throwin it back
man, i have not posted on here in a good long while. but i'm just kinda in one of those moods right now where i'd really like to throw it back and post some lyrics. these are actually some songs from my forthcoming third album (i'm eight songs into it).
tentativley titled: The Way That I Understand You
Took a walk to get away
someplace further from yesterday
I looked through you to see what you could see in me
but you don’t see me
wandering, wondering aloud
what it’d feel like to be in the clouds
wandering, wondering aloud
when there’s no one else around
and the only sound is from the noiseless shouting
in my head
I say please in my head
I say please come get in my bed
we could swim in the bed sheets
put on our snorkels and find a better place
polka dots swirling in my head
something less than what I meant
you’re looking through me and I’m getting more into you
Time is a dead man’s alibi
for tasting the season and making a frame
to put a picture in between
wire fate to explode at any given time
tight lipped the code is entered
glass eyes understand but vision waits
to know
it’s been a long time since I knew
I wanted to know somebody
the way that I understand you
Paper Crane (Boomerang)
cringe into a paper crane
sublime describes the feeling less than best
but that’s always the best I could ever do
throw the blame away but it’s a boomerang
the notes you sang are like the notes I find at night
when I just might I just might I just might fight this time
cringe into a paper crane
I wish that I could be your boomerang
second drawer secrets unlocked
tragic poetry stocked like it’s stock
I can’t afford to forget anymore
cringe into a paper crane
I wish that I could be your boomerang
awkward and perfect without enough of either
I just want to stop the world, curl up
and hide inside her arms
eleven digits to connect the dots and make a plan for a getaway
I hate to need a getaway, but we’ve just got to get away
where no-one will find us, no-one will mind us
cringe into a paper crane
I wish that I could be your boomerang
cringe into a paper crane
I just want to be your boomerang
Underneath
underneath my hair and skin there’s a storage facility
it’s among all the parts and machinery of my body
and among all this physical scenery
I’m lost in what left of you, I am lost
memories like polaroids are scattered about inside of me
and in this collage of loss, I am lost
all the places that we were are all the places that I am
I am becoming the nothing that I feel
but it’s something more than I’d like to admit is real
this is the place I always end up
and I wish I could forget, for once
it’s so vague, but it’s always the same
a one trick pony but I can not ride this into forever
maybe one day I’ll never remember
it’s so vague, but it’s always the same
regrets have been filling up in me
and I’m left with an empty stomach feeling
the endings are never ending
and these are a couple things i just started working on:
no name no. 1 (if you will)
Wait for a blinking blue light
to illuminate my still, stale night
if we could exchange some words
maybe I’d be less nervous
I’m full of reasons to avoid filling the void
and I’m a little bit full of shit
carrying my cloth and torch with a match in my back pocket
run through the night until it runs through my veins
I’m so sick of being the same, with a face that won’t ever change
run through the night the night until I feel empty
I’m full of reasons to avoid filling the void
and I’m a little bit full of quit
I thought I was strong enough
but I’m always so wrong about stuff
no name no. 2 (if you will)
your eyelids look so heavy and ready to quit
I blow gently enough to lift their spirits
and your nose squishes in that way
forcing a smile that never seems to fade
the sunlight in your eyes makes me hate the night
but the cover of the covers hides us for forever
and forever is never running out, at least for right now
and it’s so right, now
light on your feet
maybe you’ve never touched the ground
there’s a rainbow every time you pirouette
tentativley titled: The Way That I Understand You
Took a walk to get away
someplace further from yesterday
I looked through you to see what you could see in me
but you don’t see me
wandering, wondering aloud
what it’d feel like to be in the clouds
wandering, wondering aloud
when there’s no one else around
and the only sound is from the noiseless shouting
in my head
I say please in my head
I say please come get in my bed
we could swim in the bed sheets
put on our snorkels and find a better place
polka dots swirling in my head
something less than what I meant
you’re looking through me and I’m getting more into you
Time is a dead man’s alibi
for tasting the season and making a frame
to put a picture in between
wire fate to explode at any given time
tight lipped the code is entered
glass eyes understand but vision waits
to know
it’s been a long time since I knew
I wanted to know somebody
the way that I understand you
Paper Crane (Boomerang)
cringe into a paper crane
sublime describes the feeling less than best
but that’s always the best I could ever do
throw the blame away but it’s a boomerang
the notes you sang are like the notes I find at night
when I just might I just might I just might fight this time
cringe into a paper crane
I wish that I could be your boomerang
second drawer secrets unlocked
tragic poetry stocked like it’s stock
I can’t afford to forget anymore
cringe into a paper crane
I wish that I could be your boomerang
awkward and perfect without enough of either
I just want to stop the world, curl up
and hide inside her arms
eleven digits to connect the dots and make a plan for a getaway
I hate to need a getaway, but we’ve just got to get away
where no-one will find us, no-one will mind us
cringe into a paper crane
I wish that I could be your boomerang
cringe into a paper crane
I just want to be your boomerang
Underneath
underneath my hair and skin there’s a storage facility
it’s among all the parts and machinery of my body
and among all this physical scenery
I’m lost in what left of you, I am lost
memories like polaroids are scattered about inside of me
and in this collage of loss, I am lost
all the places that we were are all the places that I am
I am becoming the nothing that I feel
but it’s something more than I’d like to admit is real
this is the place I always end up
and I wish I could forget, for once
it’s so vague, but it’s always the same
a one trick pony but I can not ride this into forever
maybe one day I’ll never remember
it’s so vague, but it’s always the same
regrets have been filling up in me
and I’m left with an empty stomach feeling
the endings are never ending
and these are a couple things i just started working on:
no name no. 1 (if you will)
Wait for a blinking blue light
to illuminate my still, stale night
if we could exchange some words
maybe I’d be less nervous
I’m full of reasons to avoid filling the void
and I’m a little bit full of shit
carrying my cloth and torch with a match in my back pocket
run through the night until it runs through my veins
I’m so sick of being the same, with a face that won’t ever change
run through the night the night until I feel empty
I’m full of reasons to avoid filling the void
and I’m a little bit full of quit
I thought I was strong enough
but I’m always so wrong about stuff
no name no. 2 (if you will)
your eyelids look so heavy and ready to quit
I blow gently enough to lift their spirits
and your nose squishes in that way
forcing a smile that never seems to fade
the sunlight in your eyes makes me hate the night
but the cover of the covers hides us for forever
and forever is never running out, at least for right now
and it’s so right, now
light on your feet
maybe you’ve never touched the ground
there’s a rainbow every time you pirouette