My Well Dressed Disease

dressed down
a dangerously contagious
caricature of this evenings spill
the kind that licks the boardwalk
leaves a kiss on the window pane
a tear in my best suit
a tear in the corner of the eye,
i made from the corner of the room.

This Is Dreaming.

so life takes low blows,
but throws in the towel when it gets to messy
some kind of screwed sense of mutual respect
If i remixed the reality of this
would you dance to it?
or would you bash the DJ for all the skipped beats?
for me, my dreams like some kind of contagious disease
spreading like wild fire,
burning out the minds of everyone around me
down under we need the fire to survive
the heat released the seed
like my dreams release the potential in those i keep close to me

chasing down someone to blame for all the shitty things.
but a kiss for those who keep me dreaming.

"speaker! speaker! speak to me!"

That's Envy.

my eyes undress her fashion sense, years of progress
but baby still looks better in skin
this evenings proof she pulls off puppet strings
she's dust of a former death wish she wished came true
painting a boys face blue in the corner of the room
i knew.

i walked through walls i set myself, the first step broke them all down.

Sick To The Stomach

nahhalfgradepoetryneededhere,itwouldjustbealie,iwishiknewwhereshewas,iloveher,butimslipping,
i'vegotafewthingsgoingforme,butihavenofingerstocountthemwith.
helloisthereanyoneoutthere?

cash this in.

i took what she said with a pinch of gold
sold sixteen candles to a teenage lover
business is good.
she undressed these words like clothes to the floor
she's bold AND beautiful,
her tongue is forked
"eat my heart out, or talk the talk"

who needs inhibitions, when you have ambition?

I've got it in spades, but I'm starting to realize
i have more or less enough to dig my own grave.

Chardonnay Pt. 2

i read my fortune's face down
and she's the patron saint of selling out
spitting our secrets off building tops
i for one keep my mouth locked up

this teenage romance is an open casket
more than room for two, theres room to move
just a tad to dramatic, a tad to nostalgic
to handle the truth

am i going crazy, is she dancing with me?
sleeping on the pavement
with her make up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you, you don't know who you are

my minutes are picking up the pieces
tonights slipping through her fingertips
it's too soon to make the news
but never to soon to make the moves

we're a safe bet, but over stretched
spent torn buttons from empty pockets
i'll paint your best dress
young baby blue to restless ruby red

am i going crazy, is she dancing with me?
sleeping on the pavement
with her make up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you, you don't know who you are

[instrumental bridge]

am i going crazy, is she dancing with me?
sleeping on the pavement
with her make up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you, you don't know who you are

am i going crazy, is she dancing with me?
sleeping on the pavement
with her make up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you, you don't know who you are