Dress up in your Sunday bestest Collared shirts and black dresses Break the bread pass the cup Drink the wine And get in touch

You were never any good for me. And I was never any good for you. But I loved you any way. You’re a bad habit. And I’m your addict.

HERE THERE ANYWHERE

Blue skies with scribbles of white Polarized eyes To shade the light

Outta my head Gotta getcha outta my head Outta my head Gotta getcha outta my head Those looks you had

There’s a man on the run A fugitive with a gun I thought I never see the day For this to cross into my county’s Lines

I think I’m falling Falling Falling Falling for her I think I’m falling

My creatve juices Are drained From my brain To my veins To my fingertips

I feel like an interstate median Heavy traffic on both sides of me People coming People going People pushing

Cold Coffee Cigarettes Dirty Fingernails Messy hair Itchy beard

I must confess I am a mess Sleepless And Restless

Well, it’s mind over matter. And, if I don’t mind it don’t matter. No, I’m never gonna make

Those not busy being born Are busy dying Get busy living Or get busy dying I’m trying

You sold out to the masses Now a product of your environment Mass production Manican If you could do it all over

I captured you within a lense To ensure the memory last For when the moment comes to pass