1. here vs there
well the differences
well the sunset its different,
its yellow instead of pink
the airport's inefficient
but your shift was more lenient
there it is steamy,
its wet and its stormy
there are bars and nice restaurants,
at night time its breezy
you dont like the night life,
you complain about the stop lights
where the sunset is different,
its yellow and not pink
making someone else's bed
between here and there;
there are a few
i will list them for you
and everyone drives shitty cars
its colder and dryer,
the air is much thinner
you could breathe it for hours
we used to get out of work at the same time
the beach is much closer,
the people arent friendly
but up north, thats just how we like it
some days you cant go outside
your work days seem harder,
you miss all your old friends
but right across the street there's a mall
i hear its even nicer in the fall
you ask me to stay with you;
to make a new life there
but i belong here up north
so why dont you come back up here
and everyone drives shitty cars, even me
its colder and dryer,
the air is more frigid
we drink away the frost, even me
is easier than making your own
the biggest difference between here and there
is that here i wake up alone
beat to beat
so day to day
change and rearrange it, turn it all around yeah
feedback drills me down, i still hear that sound
its harder every day
breath to breath
is there some better way
i cant get air
and i cant figure out
is there some better way?
i'll take it one at a time
coma to coma
im taking life one hit at a time
you all saw it coming
but how was i supposed to know
theres got to be some better way
it looks the same as how you found me
but ive heard circles don't allow progress
but ive been chasin my own tail for years
and your breath its still there
but ive lost myself, and youre unaware
sounds echo in my brain
and the injury still remains
is there some better way?
away from here
for once the leaves were wet and shining
now the trees fall to their knees
i own far too many black shirts
1. circular
here's a simple story, devour it from start to end
she sees a man who isn't there she misses him and the smell of his hair
(as we proceed to this next block of text
she met a man so clean and pure
yeah its so clean it makes her sick, she stays up late and purges to forget
they will progress from lover to lover, pretending to cover, but they just hide
its like a circle, my friends
the wind rustled, but made no sound
now the sky looks like a painting
and not the other way around
whisper prayers to the sands
i will join their pleas for help, i...
i hope they understand
to pretend to the masses
that it doesn't still hurt
you'll lose every last cent
on all your stupid bets
that i,
that i'd abandon you
autumn
of a girl who cries incessantly, no matter what the dividend
her friends all know how she cuts into her skin
they ask about her scars and accept the lies she gives
they used to love so tenderly but now those wounds are dried and green
"He's beautiful," she says, "oh.. oh He used to care for me."
but now he's gone and she's alone and all she does is cry and sleep
know that she still loves him and never will forget
know that she still screams into the pillow of her bed
know that she sees scenes of lovers running through her tired head)
thoughtful; good enough to be a cure
and he cares for her and she cares for him,
their warmth is calm and held within
drowns away in alcohol; plays sad songs on her guitar
so here they rest, alive but faking dead, for this relationship is 9 to 5
till the next poor soul encounters them, steals her right before his eyes
they just keep wishing, keep hoping, that they won't be so lonely inside
its a circle cant you see
a circle
a circle
