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A RINGER
there was a lonely toy
imported from Japan
spent his days in a box on a shelf
felt the same as he talked to himself
sat on a thought and contemplated
and watched as things grew complicated
and saw another child's face walk past
all he'd like to say
alone for a day
if you heard me talk you'd know I thought
he had push button wings
LED on his hand and his nose
inside there was a spring
the key and tension are making him go
he sat in a crowded box of playthings
above the din of what he's saying
you might have heard but still don't understand
all he'd like to say
alone for a day
if you heard me talk you'd know I thought
and on a lonely lonely day he said
I'll find a way to sleep inside your head.
PERFECT
THE FIRST
i don't know you anymore
just because you haven't changed
i can't believe you're still the same
i haven't seen you in some time
but your face is in my mind
it hasn't changed, it's no surprise
perfect the first time
and you don't like saying goodbye
as we walk in a shrinking loop
looking for something to do
we haven't tried that isn't new
sorry that it's not that way
what comforts you was really fake
and comfort works for comfort's sake
only the first time
then it gets stuck in your mind
contrary to what you've heard
being numb still has it's hurt
a close inspection won't reveal
the worn out things that you can't feel
how much thinking can it take?
i try to sleep but lie awake
and smash the things that i love most
and cry for all the things i've lost
and now i'm waiting for you
to come and cure my boredom
and now i'm looking for you everywhere
SOMETIME
OR NOW
so in love with a memory
spent it's life in the back of a car
stretch your legs cause you wanted to breathe
in the fog you drew a heart
sometime or now was a long long ride
getting there
in a streak of blue
a ring of mirrors and a single desire
from night to morning
through
here it comes
like a pointed gun, pointless
could you even help but
notice
it's pointing back at you
so in love with a monkey
flex the muscles growing
tight in his arms
spread your legs out cause you wanted to see
without thinking
too hard
sometime or now was a long goodbye
a point of interest coming out of
the blue
i'm relieved by what you believe
but i don't believe it's true
here
it comes
like a pointed gun, pointless
could you even help but notice
it's pointing
back at you
THROWN
when i hear all you have said
and i see you grab your head
i hope that you can understand my grief
on a pointless, sad, long day
as a mess waits to be made
can this warning sign be time for our relief?
thrown
by all you ever wanted to try for
confused
by all you ever wanted to cry for
on cue
there's no way to forcast
and you can not change the past
sometimes there are some things i can't foresee
as the winter locks us in
and the warning signs begin
i dream of how our summer days were free
thrown
by all you ever wanted to try for
confused
by all you ever wanted to cry for
on cue
the stars and clouds move fast
and i'm walking home at last
i slip and crack the ice beneath my feet
why won't you let me in?
and talk to me again?
my only friend, are you so done with me?
UNDER THE SINK
if i could find the proper words to tell you what i think
i'd write them down in perfect prose
and stash them under the sink
and one day when you need something
like a bag or soap or glue
you'll find the words were hidden
but already know they're true
after the bar and wander home
not really in the mood
to look too close at anything
or what it's attached to
7 hours will come and go
to rest your pounding head
start issueing apologies
remembering you said...
that you're no damn good
no one loves you should never have been had
that despite yourself you're still so sad
"when you read this i might be here
i might be far away
i might have jumped off of a bridge
or hopped onto a train
no matter that you're soft and clean
yet sometimes outright cruel
if there's a truth that you should know
it's that you're beautiful"
THEN IT COMES
i really hope that this one
works itself out right
i'm going to work right through to spite
with all my might
one thing i'd never do
is shirk the work to you
the day i'm dreaming through
is just fine
a cart before the horse
a sharp turn in the course
a line of credit wearing thin
i'm stepping in
to the demise of a plan
throw your work in the sand
couldn't you use a hand
once again?
when you feel like the sun will never come
but then it comes
when you see everyone having fun
but you're still bummed
i need something for you to hum into
and here it comes...