- Dancing On A Tightrope
You carry yourself
Like the lines in your pocket
But you lack the simple courage
To move out of your parents' house
I'm calling you out
You seem so sure
Without a back-up plan
- Echoes
Dig up some dirt
It's not too deep
And when you find it, it may follow you to sleep
But that's alright to keep it on your mind
And let it trickle from your tongue as you decide
Just what you feel is true
No one can take your voice from you
- Ivy
You infiltrate like growing roots
The seed you planted with just a look
Into my veins and my body shook
You read my heart like an open book
And the more I hide, the more you seek
With a siren's song so tongue in cheek
The haunting beauty covers me
I'm paralyzed in melody
- Just Drive
Well I’ve got some pills that I’m taking,
but I’m waiting to see just how far I can go on my own.
And I wanna know if you’re leaving
because this evening I’ll be far from home.
Make the way past half moon bay
and I’ll let you know when we stop to stretch our legs and fill up the tank.
We’re on the search for something more than we even knew we were looking for.
- Modern Medicine
An IV itch. The tattoo swimming up her arm. The nurse’s stitch. The doctor’s rich.
The 5 alarm, the 5 alarm.
The liquor for body warmth.
And this is what we came here for, another drug we can’t ignore.
Slightly stoned with morphine injections and vicodin drops,
Causing hearts attacks, heart attacks.
No, they’re not for fun.
- Ode to Goodwill
I stumbled upon an ugly grey sweater that I used to wear in my senior year.
I can’t believe that it got so much use to be thrown in the back of a closet for years.
I wore it that night that we defaced school property, armed with our shovels and picks in hand.
We took to the campus at four in the morning and tore up that pretty white flower bed.
It was our last hoorah.
We all needed one last hoorah.
- The Dreamer
(Wake up)
Hey lucid dreamer
Make up your mind
Caught on the other side.
You feel the world stop spinning just before you see the light.
Knowing you'll wake in your empty room.
You dream for the one you swoon,
- The Quick Fix
We are just an investment,
We are some elaborate plan.
We are just an investment,
A pawn for whom they call "the man."
Each of us a fragment,
Forming but a single piece.
Functional and overbearing,
Beautiful, but, underneath