- Cursed
The first time Adam knew that he was naked,
In a moment of dream-like embarrassment he runs behind a tree;
And then you popped out screaming from your mother's womb
And watched your parents fall out of love consequently.
Because your dad didn't find her beautiful anymore,
And your mom was sick and tired of the long nights waiting up.
But you feel like its all your fault;
- Four Times In One Week
The sun sets in the windows of the hospital
Every night I watch it play out its slow ritard
And as it waves goodbye, it reflects in the puddles on the street
From the April rain that's been falling over Racine
And I'm searching every nook and space, for someone to blame for my lack of evolution.
I don't know where you are or how you are
- Janesville From Space
Crazy Wednesday - I think I've lost my way
I moved, and when I came back, there was nothing left for me
I spend the 3am hour every night up by myself
Staring at the cold wood floor where your footsteps walked last year
And now in order to do what I have to, I've got to be a new man.
And I have no idea where to start.
- Memorial Day
I'm at a standstill, and I don't remember ever being this low in my life. I'm always living in the past, Thanksgivings and Christmases when I was just a kid, before I knew about half of the things that keep me up when I'm trying to sleep.
And I know that I couldn't have been made for this world, when every friend is just a friend at arm's length, and I've made mistakes that not even time can take away. I've never told this to anyone, but sometimes I feel like my best days are behind me.
- On Your Street In The Middle of The Night
On your street in the middle of the night
The houses stand so tall like mountains surrounding a stagnant river, or a lake, as I walk out to my car to drive home.
And inside, you're already fast asleep as I face the road and I know that the following year will bring us so low.
But in this moment I feel more than complete.
- Which Sucks Cause I Really Liked That Record
Every year about the time the snow starts melting, I feel the same way
Like that State Lines record that will probably always mean drives back and forth from your school to me.
I'm between coffee cups, I won't sell "youth" to "grow up" but I promise
our paths will cross again someday.