Helios

Shatter my heart and call me heartless

Expose my scars and call me bitter

Study my eyes and call me soulless

Give me your heart and snatch it back

Ask me why I'm scared of heart attack

Take my heart and fold it thin

Slip it in your pocket for Always is when

Throw it in my face, shredded in plenty

Ask me why I see the glass half empty

Take my telescope and break it then

Ask me why I think the stars are dim

Cut my hair off and burn it low

Ask me why I love your hair so

Laugh at my art and hang it on your wall

Ask me why I expected a call

Tell me for the hundredth time

You're too busy for a mountain climb

I'll live in the darkness with only the sky

Without a heart to beat I'll surely die

Better to die having lost the race

Than spending years dreaming of your face

Fireball

Walking out to nowhere

Hopes so full they ripped my grocery bags and escaped like sirens through the air

I didn't notice the way the stars smiled at me

Slight approval? Or maybe just a step away from reality

They have their planets to keep warm

I shouldn't have though I'd wish upon that star

As it passed by overhead

To quickly for me to think

Of anything I want in life

Is it funny how

If I could find another shooting star

To wish upon,

I would just wish to see that shooting star again?

Or is that just wishing for more wishes?

I wish to see that star smile again at my train impersonations

I'll never hope again

I tell myself now

But truth is I've never let go

And my hopes still like the stars aglow

There'll be more shooting stars in March!

I think I'll be asleep during March

Messy hair in loose bun

Coming to pickup a paycheck

3 minutes more than my heart could take

I'll surely never sleep again

Underground

The pleasure of despair. But then, it is in despair that we find the most acute pleasure, especially when we are aware of the hopelessness of the situation...

...everything is a mess in which it is impossible to tell what's what, but that despite this impossibility and deception it still hurts you, and the less you can understand, the more it hurts.

There are certain things in a man's past which he does not divulge to everybody but, perhaps, only to his friends. Again there are certain things he will not divulge even to his friends; he will divulge them perhaps only to himself, and that, too, as a secret. But, finally, there are things which he is afraid to divulge even to himself, and every decent man has quite an accumulation of such things in his mind. I can put it even this way: the more decent a man is, the larger will the number of such things be.

Map to the stars

My heart is shattered and lying on the floor

My soul is wailing loudly so please shut the door

Mapped out in front of you and me

Africa, Mexico, Canada and Germany

California, Florida, and the coast of New York

San Fran, LA and Carson just for sport

The bar the sea and every in between

The circus the zoo and super bowl on TV

These places and things and adventures and dreams

Lit up my face as the map danced at its seams

Excitement turned my feet to You and shouting I said

Nothing. 

Because you had gone and left me for dead.

If I had known the stars would fall out of the sky That day

I would have enjoyed the light each special way

I would've skipped dinner to see the stars come out

Drivin hours to watch them go south

Taken pictures to serve as twinkling memories

If only I had known when you'd leave me

At the bar

All the steel and rubber in the world

A water fountain and want to grow

Same age same eyes same smile

But you were too busy

Dining at midnight on breakfast food galor

An omelette for you some hope for me

But both filled with let downs that ketchup couldn't cover up

I was there as the sun began to rise, 

Waiting wondering wishing

The fire beginning to burn

 that fire in my eyes 

You could feel the heat but you wore a jacket anyways

And a hat too so you wouldn't have to listen to the fire crackle

I thought we'd see the stars with the rocket ship we'd build

But I showed up to play

And you didn't have the time