Who’s Counting?

Put out the rubbish today / there’s a lot of things that I just can’t say / all of them wanting to be heard / most of them choking on a word / it’s a call that I can’t respond / since most of what I’ve said is at best half right / it’s all half wrong / facts are burnt but they’re not gone / they remain but I can’t explain you one / can’t pertain to one / walked down my street today / there’s a lot of cars parked in the way / reminds me of words that don’t make my mouth / I find I prefer not to talk it out / so our conversation’s lame / but who’s counting the ways we can be inane? / they’re all the same / but we drag them out again / can’t react / it’s a trap and it’s a game / there are cracks I can’t explain / got cracks I can’t explain / filled up a box today / with all the things I managed not to say / they can’t stay / because they’re no help / can’t throw them away all by myself / because they are cracks I could not foretell / I’m tracing them straight back to hell

Sweet Little Oranges

Just like a flaming lip / enough spit would extinguish it / I feel its gentle fit / I’ll burn my hand a bit and I won’t change / I can’t retune my own preset personal frequencies / don’t need to reduce any of my inadequacies / I won’t respond to your accusations of negligence / I can’t relate to pretentions of non-intelligence / they burn a hole in me / found my insecurities / they’ve got a minute hand / I’ve got a grain of sand and all the power it holds / but I can’t release the energy for an eternal flame / the box of matches inside me has gotten wet again / they warm me up in little bursts each time a spark is thrown / and when the whole box caches light then I will burn alone / it is a recipe between a clenched up fist and sweet little oranges / it is a precipice / it is a hand to kiss and mine are flaming lips

5 Week Calmer

Swimming in an ocean full of words left to say / but I couldn’t find a sentence before they swam away / my mind is wondering and how long will it take for the wounds to subside and the visions to escape / there’s a reason for the night and a reason for the day and a reason for the time that you spend away / there’s a reason for you sleeping and a reason to awake but there’s nothing in my mind forcing to wait / I found the change searching through the drawer of your cupboard that was sitting on the ocean floor / but the tide was dragging me off further from the shore / but the memories of you and me I still can’t ignore / there’s a reason for the night and a reason for the day and a reason for the time that you spend away / there’s a reason for you sleeping and a reason to awake but there’s nothing in my mind forcing to wait /nothing in my mind forcing to wait / nothing in my mind / if I reach the surface and see you on my wave / could you tie a list of lies for me to grasp and be saved? / there’s a reason for the night and a reason for the day and a reason for the time that you spend away / there’s a reason for you sleeping and a reason to awake but there’s nothing in my mind forcing to wait /nothing in my mind forcing to wait / nothing in my mind