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never too late

you've made your bed and tied your shoes
the only thing that's left to do
walk through the door outsdie a breeze
to carry you above the trees
you burnt down the house you grew up in

it's not the same I'm not the same

along we fall into the waves
a dirty foam carries away
the part of you that's left in me
the secrets that we'll never be
pieces of the aftertaste
all these things I cannot place

you dictate and I transcribe
what's faith to you, to me a lie
a cold plate of your sympathy
is too late for this injury
along we fall down to know how to lay down

it's not the same I'm not the same

it's never too late

light the bells

summers gone, bombs have fallen in her eye now
there's a fake cancer why time is killing you
you will race the erase what I'm after
in the cold morning light it's a miracle
that these things waste our time

light the bells fire the rockets on to reach the sun
before the sadness comes to defeat everyone
fire the rockets free the horses and beat the drum
now we all can dream up a home

there's a heartfelt chance that gets taken
scaling walls, dodging swords in the escalade
she turns the light, takes saltpeter and wine now
says you're the one who can keep me from falling out
into the great unknown

light the bells fire the rockets on to reach the sun
there's a sadness waiting to defeat everyone
fire the rockets kill the horses and beat the drum
now we all can dream up a home

there's a heartless chance...
write the words, say them right with the best tune
holding grace overhead, leaking helium
mine the waste of a greatest disaster
carve your life into art, make it beautiful

there's a heartless chance...

curtains

why don't we lay it down
this albatross dragged around
I won't say, fail to mention
can't beat the hardest question
no one dares ask aloud

until you put the lights all out

these things that won't get mentioned
not polite conversation
I walked in on temptation
and now I can't believe my eyes

my way home paved in white
as the days escape into night
humming boxes and the voices
of those who've made their choices
and strangers calling you out

that's when I turned the headlights out

I can still see your face around
caught in the gathering clouds
and when curtains come down
your pieces falling in my eyes

pieces of hell

when she left some kind of animal
took her place inside my bed
its candles burning red
taunting me with all the vegetables
we cannot move without
its wicked arms around
squeeze the meaning from a drop of sleep
its in between my sheets
I feel it going down

you will shake hands with the pieces of hell
in between the fall and the sound of the bell
you will break bread with the pieces of hell
in the time between the fall and the chiming bell
you will make love with the pieces of hell
and set them free in this false turnaround
(turn the room between the walls)

I can hear it in the walls
I can feel it in the dream
where I am the skinny boy performing for your vanities
hide myself behind a wall of laughter
I feel it clawing at my back
and whisper in my ear
please don't go, I am naked here

perfect suit

they didn't fight much in the wait
or get excited with the punching bags
the reservations somehow are kept to date

for the diplomat, emissary
in perfect suit, I'd erase it
take the stamp and follow paces
lick the ground and say your blessings

and so I waited for the perfect space
and set up campus for the masquerade
that she attended just to penetrate

my little head, full of pieces
immigrants and consequences
I can't reach the pent up spaces
hold my hand and burn my senses
for the diplomat, emissary
in perfect suit, I'd erase it
take the stamp and follow paces
lick the ground and blow your candles out

if you went out now wouldn't they be proud?

its a perfect suit and it hangs on you

in my blood

you're in my blood
like I can't bleed
or fall asleep
now that I made up answers

so I can be
what you think you need
is it a lie if I believe?

never made it home

you can say what you want
but I can see you have a good time
when you don't know that I'm there
Is there nothing to do
without a friend to sell you along
to tell you goodbye
in a fake dolled up smile

what would you do
if I clocked out on you
and split my time in two
alcohol and roman candle wars
on the 4th of july
is it really a big deal
If I never come home?
I can never come home

so serious

you look so serious
when you should be laughing
when this should mean nothing
when you should be empty
please don't let me at your heart

let me turn you over
I will never stay
look through me and you fantasize
with dust and longing
inside you ice cold water
but I just want to burn

now I talk with the birds in you
making nest in your womb
taking flight in the morning
flying circles around you
what do their patterns mean?

you talk so serious
when you should be laughing
if it all means nothing
if it all is empty
then that's what sets you free

can I send it through you black of night

rooms to live in

sit at the table and take your pills
your face is narrow, you're pale and ill
now wash your hell down and breathe the sin
we'll burn the houses and free the wood

of dirt and nails and rainwater gullies
a pocketful your seeds in my belly
gossamer wings and the light that they carry
a fire to burn all the lies that we marry

are you fighting with purpose?
are you still in the hole?
are you keeping your pills down,
both empty and full?
it can all cage you, give me a light
a row of trees now, a cloudless sky

there are only dreams and pictures
written by the books we've read
we are only the dreams of our pictures
carried off lightly, carried off dead

i'll set the scene

turned it all off, how can I blame?
rising above the human machine
grinding its way into your thoughts
until you accept its will as your own
and then how can I make you not deny
I'll set the scene
I'll wash my sheets

don't want to be the next link in your chain
I'll let you try, promise you time
every night I'll bury pride
under the sheets
frozen with heat

the gears that we chase in the night
they grind us to make candlelight

the whitest lie

you surprised me
from the blind spot of my eye
in the morning pulling ivy
in the car seat on our drive

this doesn't match the story
I wrote my own goodbye
in a proud and faded ending
grey streaks across the sky

now I'm waiting for your call
so I know which line to draw
across the oceans dividing my soul
where you sail in retreat from us all

there's a mark behind your eye line
I left before last fall
I've tried to pull and heal it
but I'm told to wait

in the calm after the breakdown
to be here at your side
as a friend as an enemy
of the pain that rules your time

your voice is sweet, dark, lulling and hard
like a talon around my heart
it fills the sky above my home
with all the whitest lines of hope
it's the whitest lie ever told