Changes

A comeback
The retro self-sick attack from the 80's
with a twist of lime.
A little kick...
maybe two.
Making the old familiar touch
into a new hold.
Reversing what turned
in our stomachs,
in our heads,
in the neighbor's poor excuse for a garden.
Pick the tulips - Plant the Daisies
but do not believe that it is a different yard.
The same soil,
The same location,
the same can of "Dew", just a better taste...
assuming you let your pallet adjust to these new sensations,
letting the colors mix.
Together we can paint a colorful path to walk down.
Da Vinci has a notebook
of many things unseen.
His attempts at a Starry Night
made it all the more beautiful.
Painting, Planting, or momentary Passion (possibly lifelong)
it all takes Patients.

My Box.

You remember it from that look they gave you,
That disappointment reinforcing you to your box.
Often times the one you would ride down the staircase,
the bump of each step hurt a little bit it was safer than being with them.
Nobody looks you in the eye anymore,
at age three you broke their trust... at age five it still remains in pieces,
but we have every intention of fixing it... tomorrow,
or the next day.
Maybe you can't belong, you've been nothing but honest.
Maybe they can only trust you when they shouldn't.
It's all apart of the silly human desire to consume every bit of tragedy.
To destroy something honest in true in their eyes, in their hearts...
I am not meant for this world.
I have too much love...
and nobody can comprehend that for some reason.
So I'm turning my box into a rocket ship, and I'm not coming back.

Rest, Assured

I find it hard standing close to the blonde vents of distress.
I'm not meant for the furnace, cause it all seems worthless
when it comes to the loveless dance that you're oh so proud of
I'm never going to let my heart be tangled up in you
I don't want to mean anything to you.

I never tried when you were looking, but i'm trying all the time
that's why i'm under hear without a wink or a smile.
but thank those coaches for driving here.
This way i won't get to close
I'm a smaller element of you.

Rest assured that i'm not coming home
Rest your head, Rest your Head
So when i look up to the stars
and pretend they brought us
I can remember how my imagination always brings me down
I can see you standing
at the end, over me, over my.
I told you not to come here, let me rest in pieces

I've never felt a hand more cold and clammy before
it's a shame that i'm a sucker for the lifeless
Can you keep me from choking on my own stories
cause i don't want to be here
it's a shame i'm put here with you

Rest assured that i'm not coming home
Rest your head, Rest your Head
So when i look up to the stars
and pretend they brought us here
i can remember how my imagination always brings me down
I can see you standing here
at the end, over me, over my.
I told you not to come here, let me rest in pieces

if i wake up than i'll claw my way out
it'd be a bloody mess if i stopped dreaming
i'm trying to sing the phrases i used to
but it's difficult to sing when you're not breathing

Rest assured that i'm not coming home
Rest your head, Rest your Head
So when i look up to the stars
and leave those suits in black that carried me
I can remember that i have an imagination of what's up there
when you're standing here
at the end, over me, over my, over me, over my, over me, over my...
with the murder weapon that left me in pieces.
Rest Assured That i'm gone.

I'm just too Small

Why do I write these words down, If they do not benefit to this world.
And better yet, If you hold my hand, Where do we fit in this universe
And How come everytime i feel important
I feel so small to the stars above
How come everytime i tell you what you mean to me
you forget all about my love

I remember trying to save you from drowning, a sea of blue, no land in sight
But i pulled you into my loving arms so you could have something in the night
How come everytime we come so far
we fall short of the finish line
How come everytime i forget about you
I have to see your eyes

I'm just too small
I'm just too small

The creatures on my left hand, have a different view from the ones on my right
They do not know the other exists but the go on with their pathetic lives
How would they act if they knew eachother
and how nothing happens when we're done
How do they feel living in my skin
knowing they can't change who i've become.

They're just too small
They're just too small

Maybe someday i'll know just who i am
I will know that the world is coming to an end
Not just the world but all the things i can't find
All the things i've hear about that leave me behind

We're just too small
We're just too small

We need eachother.

Under the Oak Tree (rewritten as a song)

We seemed to stay quiet about those moments under the oak tree,
but I know it was not the branches that had sworn us to secrecy,
It was a seed planted by our own wicked minds, and a guilty conscience...
and for no reason, because it's branches never harmed us.

The leaves fall there every winter,
and on the branches, snow,
but it always melts away in the spring
and our hearts they always grow.

Damn you for digging your fangs in our soil sucking the life out of this very spot.
Our dreams under the oak tree still hide but the reality does not.
It was our fault for leaving and now we can never learn
because It's shade is for another love, a love we never were.

The leaves fall there every winter,
and on the branches, snow,
but it always melts away in the spring
and our hearts they always grow.

Tomorrow Can you come Home?
Tomorrow Can you come Home?
To sit under the oak tree...