to the rhythm of a cold night in virginia: i was outside smoking. with the fall winds just beginning. you were still inside, mixing drinks with the music. and the night was there for you as a backdrop. and the streets were still and dark cause they had the rain to help calm them down. then you came back out sipping your drink to the rhythm of a cold night in virginia....i'm ready and i'm willing.

last night...after i bought the wine: there were things happening today. there were spirits following me that determined what i could do and what i could see. but she pulled me in anyway. and i was so abstract because i wanted to let her know. but i was scared of how whe would react. {there was conversation, but i had to avoid it} she said that she'd work but what is she working on when i'm as useless as a broken guitar string? walked into the other room and when i came back she said she was leaving but she'd be at the show. i want to hear your words and i want to find the truth there. {pinpoint the location and hang a ribbon there} i want to fill myself with hope that used to drive me. but i still haven't gotten over anything. wish i could let you know that i'm singing about you. but i'll never let you know.......

slowstep: today you'll see it doesn't bother me {if you remember last night} when you shout the names, because i'm the one to blame for everything you're feeling. you move too fast. i'm closing it. i'm ending because you've shown everything. did you need your little head war to make it exciting? because it seemed so insane that nothing i'd say would make sense to you. so don't come back anymore. i can't pretend, and i'm not at home. you move too fast from talk through attack. and you don't even know who you're fighting.......

off track: so say it's over and i'll feel fine and full of bad tastes that you left behind. you're adjacent to nothing and you're shooting off at everything. and it's bullshit if you think that i could miss it. do you think it's nothing but passing time? do you think i'm cold and losing sight?.......

are you my angel?: take this silence or let it go, cause so have i, i've cared and lost things. i've burned and broke. are you my angel? (do angels forget?) will you arrest this soul? did you take for granted that i'd be here by the phone? (or did you forget) shining light through cold. so break this down now and let me know the truths you find for you and i cause i'm through waiting with the old news. i'm sorry but what you said just confused me

sinker: red brick cradled, the sun died tired, and i felt the slower we went the better. but what were you saying about what you were saying cause all i could think about that night was the cemetary. statues don't make for easy conversation and what we failed to speak of was what we needed to get ourselves through it and have it make sense, but i'll find something in what you said... "are you punk rock, are you strung out or are you just crazy?"

i don't do well in social situations: who should decide about our falling? cause this time we're both upset and you've underlined all the questions related because you want more. i've worked hard (apart from this) but where should i begin cause even though these shadows have their gifts, it just makes more shadows. can you see it getting clear? i'm alarmed and starving here (or "i'm alive, he's got red hair! which ever you prefer). in eyes, the hours turn to days and we can't seem to change our time is weighted. direction pounds inside my eyes. the time that we had is gone, the days have fallen short, and rain will wash away the things that i can't erase. which one stays strong? which one fell wrong? which one saves face? which one has faith?

sad passing shame: as soon as i see your face i'll know if i should just go back to the road, but you picked a fine time to drop this (or "drop dead", again yr choice) on my heart (though i should have known) if i could say every word i know, and you could learn everything i've hoped would i still drive home screaming at the dark with my radio? we both know how the wheels will turn with something burning inside of us. remembering the sadness and heartache, long love sad passing shame.

station me wherever: so station me wherever you think i'm linked cause i should've given everything i believed so that you could see. but i thought tomorrow it would be different and that it would fall through with time spent in your kitchen talking about the times we felt the same things (and if i was forced to say that everything's o.k. i'd be lying and remembering you). it's just the second day so no reminders of what i've said and done. you said what you thought of me and i can't disagree with words so honest they seemed never ending. you were wide open and i wish i could say the same but we know the truth. most words can never say what needs to be said to make endings understood. so pick a station and send me so i know where i stand, cause i've felt the wind and wished that i could see the meaning but i can't see anything