Clap Your Hands (REVISED) - Collab With Kellie

Fly between today and tomorrow,
smiling from the corners of the earth.
spend some time playing in puddles,
am i the dollar determining your worth?
within the mud that makes you happy,
leave your dreams of black and grey.
come and live inside of what is mine,
where back drops determine your day.
lay back on the wrinkled kitchen tiles
carving bible versus into broken lime.
draw your attention to the lettering,
how did i ever mistake you for the light?
you say, 'i love the way you look at me.'
and it's almost as though i am afraid.
shot like a sparrow out of a widows tree,
where angels shower those sugar grenades.

the needle comes down on the record,
the rug ripped from underneath our feet;
we were fishing for a sense of reason,
hoping you wouldnt be lost inside of me.
and you drowned in my very own sorrows,
you cried when the angels had wept.
shot like a sparrow out of a widows tree,
the balance between love and forget.

Blue Through and Through

Deprived gas inside that rubber ball,
pushing out but sent back in
as it cuts through the paper air
without a second thought.

Notions of forgiveness
skidding across the ground,
you could give them stability
had you the chance to forget.

I have observed quietly
what the bird was bred to know.
That flight is an incline in a decline
a hard climb for an easy fall.

I'm sure your cheeks agree with me
from painful blush to natural flush,
I don't know which I prefer.
There's beauty in desperation.

Paint your face, hide behind expectations.
You used to laugh so manically, cry so freely.
Then your trust turned its back to you,
forced you to forget.

In A Nutshell

My birthday is just another day of the year. Christmas is a hoax.
My walk is irrelevant and I'm sure the Earth doesn't feel it.
My eyes are not a window to my soul;
in fact I don't even think I have a soul.
I'm not generic all the time and neither are you.
Sure, you can do something outrageous to claim some originality,
but it all boils down the same.
There will always be people that know you, know of you.
And there will always be people that don't care to learn about the space you occupy.
I'm just another being, I move and I breathe.
I try and keep my heart in my chest and my beliefs on my sleeve.

Three Steps

(One to get away from you, one to get over you, one to forget you.)


I guess they developed those blocks of land where our memories were made.
Skipping stones across the jetty they were falling to our grave.
I remember the cup of water that was spilling at the brink,
The times lying on the grass where I always used to think:
'Don't be the lines written on my face,
Don't be the admiring ash in the fire place.
Don't be the times I forgot to brush my teeth twice a day.
Say you want a fresh start, why aren't you here to stay?'
You were so calculated in every step you took,
I was analytical and pretended life was like a book.
I used to ask you what you thought; did it change from day to day?
(though you'd tell me how your mother was,) You never used to say.

Won't You, Don't You

My lines are crossed with wayward frowns,
You're across the room looking down.
Does it matter if the beginning's at the end?

I'll push a little harder on the walls behind the bay,
These army tanks are just a shell for a turtle in the day.
When the war is just a coin toss, there's nothing to defend.

Is it lost when I am found, the prayers inside the tales.
We're make believe and struggling to stay on these rough rails.
Don't be a stranger in a coffin of a bad yellow and blue blend.

A little closer to the roof and the house will cave right in,
I haven't asked your name, this is how we begin.
Hold my lips and kiss my hand, why won't you be my friend?