The car is never repaired
the paint forever scared
the window's stuck down
wiring is a clown
the smell of this place has changed
hopes re-arranged
shoes don't fit swell
brace fits too well
The Great Gatsby never was a good distraction
hardly a way to start a conversation
when everyone else is gone,
just us and some words drawn
Like no one else was there
let's skip school away from here
spring break never ended
all the days blended
forgotten car doesn't mind
arm isn't left behind
chapel clothes for flying kites
sprinkler rides on bikes
Graduating class of some year
in one out the other ear
Goodbye brother, when time renews
our lives -I always loved you
Swinging in suits and pants
Hey can we dance?
This darkness never seemed so bright
feeling the end of the tunnel's light
Dancing in the light
not a fright
Did you Think it? Dream it?
All of it- the sun is there to orbit
In the Bubbly fountain escaping the Pilot
all shades of the sun, yellow to violet
counting blessings by the fingers in mine
never a want to check the time
There must be a fault in those things up there
waiting for the plane to land here
Lets ford escape to the roundabouts
Talk of God and all our doubts
Haven't gone there yet
two days later- there without a sweat
this song sounds good
they all do when you understood:
Letdowns now full of hopes
climbing the steepest slopes
on one hand
Lets see a band
Into the fray with no fear of the sick
wanna see a magic trick?
waffles are free at midnight
stoplights become an optional sight
flying to highway one
letters in the mail- we won
Bubba gump bear shirts on sale
blankets just for the price of bale
Building forts to hide
pain was forced to subside
It couldn't break through pillows
pain fell into the gallows
endless work days bearable
fountain breaks between the double
mood ring bright blue
shiny shoes
Wanna do this?
finish it with a kiss
tallest buildings furthest jumps
throat choking on joy lumps
All the right moves
mini van's got the groove
everywhere we thrive
Wanna learn how to drive?
Ending it with red
outside that restaurant was dead
no one saw the joy tears pull
nor my heart that was finally full
Miss atomic bomb had captured the bear
caught in her hair
the killers song
"For a second there we'd won"
Migrating into the eight to three
never was so easy
sixteen came and went
mostly garbage how it was spent
the mountains began to pop up
different people wassup
great was this, amazing was that
how about a scavenger hunt?
The night when boyhood seemed so appealing
i heard the words I'd forever been fearing
they tattooed everything in black
that image forever my mind attack
A quick look outside and it was raining
a little boy's kite had a hole in it
the frame fell off of the painting
the child threw a fit
the sunsets are grey
everyone is stupid
mind is lost
money is burnt
the beach is hit with a sandstorm
the grand canyon filled in
the parking garages fall
photobooths collpase
they dont play movies anymore
the clouds dont make funny dinosaurs
the bike has a flat tire
the car is dirty
the plans are burned, unused
the dances are attended.
the stars don't tell stories
the magician lost his magic
the church bells are broken
candy tasting bitter
the beetles never cross Abbey Road
the train has left the station, fallen from the sky
the bear has entered hibernation,
the tip money goes unspent.
The morning offers no hope
the people are all ghosts
how is one supposed to get any sleep
when peace with his thoughts cant keep?
Music makes no sound
hits the skull and bounced around
no more wrestling
the fort is falling
For pillows only hold up so much
until they need their own crutch
how can a heart pour out even to the mud
when it scrapes the barrel just to pump blood
The drugs say end yourself
there's no point in a life of death
But all the blood washing down the bathtub
can't change the color of the ocean
Maybe Pumba was right,
stars are big balls of gas in flight
leaning in to whisper and now and then
"Hey, just count to ten."
Your scars will have scars your bones will need support
but a ship never was built to remain in port
Although the space odyssey ended,
500 days of winter were predicted,
Sweet disposition is melting alone,
"high on you" is no longer a song,
They were right in saying that dreams do come true,
but they didn't mention nightmares are dreams too
Hope in these dreams
wake up from the nightmares.