Hospital Bills Spilled Pills Blood, dust, and rust Broken frames and shattered glass Cracks Creaks, and Screams

Play it off beat. Call it syncopation. Take a rest. Call it hesitation. Move to the rythm

Darling confide in me By the fireside And melt the past away make the yuletide merry As we watch the present year

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.

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

Bright April Earth Begins To unsettle Shedding away

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

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

I don’t wanna be a prime. Or as bitter as a lime Spending all my time alone I’d rather be a lemon So

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

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

You were my first You were my last You were my worst You were my best Over you

It’s hotter than a two dollar pist… Sharper than a thorn and thistle And no one can whistle Cause thier thoats are dry In this deep fried

Castaway Come back to me Like the waves do to the shore I dont want to be a grain of sand Time lapsing in your hand