Now

Current Items Invading My Mind....

Poncho Swing Freely Baby Blue Secrets

Tossed and turned

ended up standing on my bed

rather than a ledge

wanting to call you

wanting to peel off my fingertips

You wouldn't know a good thing if it spit in your mouth

Now I've gone passed ripe

and grown unreliable

shattered ideas of right and wrong

wish I knew myself better

I've become the secret with the lights on

I want to be gasoline and a stain

Everyone's happy, but no one's home

Fish Girl, oh, no, not me.

I am evil because I am the one that got away

It never feels like one coat of lipstick is enough

Milk powder across the floor

footprints etched in the folicles of my hair

I weave you

waiting for something holy here

waiting for that magic carpet ride

boiling up a mug of piece of mind

can't be surprised at all the disappointments you throw at me

I'm seeing rocket ships

Hoping the wind and the cracks in the pavement don't find me at all

"Drunk-any"

Pins, needles, prick ink spots

deceiving & devils live lively in sore places

make the mistakes that we're making

while you eat cheap Chinese food and go-live-and-breath

unappreciated

under, under broken skin

drowned spirit

your eyes only see grey

your heart only accepts black

I hardly have any fight left

my suitcases are half way packed

and I'm drunk

Got my maps filled with highlighters

Left a return route unscathed

no colour in the sky like that

I'm my own company

thick tongue drunk-any, yes, wilted so much out

toward a vanishing target

pull apart

'til all my insides stretch out like a magazine

that has run together, left out in the rain

god, the thump bassline of pain I feel for you

As my palms sweat

and my hair is dirty

I'm my own company

hey, look at me

thick tongue drunk-any

Box Head

It was good; falling down the stairs

I learned to live in a coma

dark eyes, smiling

We keep drinking old beverages

expired cake mix in the walls

headlights blink us back to reality

This is an eternal plan to stretch out our luck

box up my feelings

one gulp of air

we keep falling down the stairs

I'll pack away my party dress

keep out my very, best lipstick

Box up this feeling

await your arms to tape down the rest

what am I thinking?

there's never been a better reason to stay

Drive-by emotional kick-start

ready to crash grandma's dishes

sleep on the floor of a spinning room

all of this will be over soon

My head's been killing me

Distraction from the ache in my belly I've stopped eating to make room for this bloated conversation

None of this will be true, is true

Just the way to bury feelings for you

Box up my feelings

make extra room

to pack away my party dress

Box up, dress up, box up, dress up

Get out