I’m closing my window
To keep out the cold
I can’t be near any of that
Anymore
I used to go outside but
There I am alive
And if you’ve been alive you know
Just what I mean
Now I lie in my bed
Pretending to be dead
For rarely has a deadman
Felt any dread
Nothing fulfills me
Like being barely breathing
I’m losing all feeling
And my motives the same
I long
For the lull of the calm
Simple things like yawning and inaudible songs
I dream
About nothing at all
And I never feel lost as long as you’re never far
From me
Now I can’t say much
Of any conscious sort of love
But the kind you find half sleeping
Is the best I’ve ever touched
The melancholy leaves me
Just like all my fears and worries
Your palms are warm and fill me
With affection and placidity
And it doesn’t feel cheap to me
I’ve gone
The way of the sun
I rise too late in winter to keep you
Warm or full of love
I feel
Almost nothing at all
I fear not if I fall
And that’s just what is killing me
I can’t find the balance
Between what I want and what I need need
I never grew up
And I never learned to be free
Alone there is no love in me
Alone there is just drudgery
But drowsy there is only peace
Of mind and ease and love and sleep
But I’d lie beside you and rest in
Your hands my face
Trace the lines in your fingers until
I can’t keep awake
Love and sleep they are the same
I’m loveless when it’s all mundane
The things I love they don’t love me
Still is all I want to be
But now you left behind an open window
I can’t recall
The last thing I wanted at all
I see ceilings you and bedsheets but
Never anything more
You’re a safe and silent splendor
For you all daylight I surrender
This warmth in my chest
Prospers most in caress
Take your hand in mine and rest
And we’ll never feel ache or ambition
Again
I wish I was a broken toy soldier
Lying covered in dust on a shelf knocked over
With one missing arm and a loaded machine gun
I’d use my only trigger finger to kill everyone
I wish I was the one to tell my toy comrade’s parents
That their son was dead now nothing more than spare plastic
Then I’d ramble on about how there’s no heaven
And if there was your poor Jimmy would be sent right to hell
I beg someone render me
Inanimate and devoid of feelings
Erase me entirely
And with my body take these dealings
I’m a danger to society
Driven by anxieties
When I run out of false apathy
I do anything to stimulate me
Like I’d make out instead of up for once
I’d tell half-assed lies whenever I fucked up
I’d steal shitty wine from my paranoid neighbors
And vandalize white fences for fun
I’d tell you all my fantasies
About crashing cars into tepid seas
And kissing while we fell into the bay
Then killing each other before we asphyxiate
I’d rob hospitals and libraries blind
I’d give every single dollar I find
To the now broken families of spouses I’d make cheat
Just to take it back from them while they’re sleeping
I’d plant evidence to make charities seem corrupt
I’d spread rumors to make people fall out of love
Entertainment is a breeze when you’re a toy army man in green
And your plastic housing will house no feelings
I’d take lovers and make them concubines
I’d ask way too fucking much of people I like
I’d tell all my friends they’re not fun enough
To justify their presence in my life
I’d dedicate the despicable songs I write
To the drugs I’d do almost every night
And the thoughts I’d trade for any other blight
Then regret doing so as soon as I try to...
...Write, another overexposing line
About my misunderstanding of everything in my life
And the people I love but don’t begin to deserve to
I deserve to be a broken toy soldier
I don’t want to feel
I don’t want to feel a thing
I don’t want to know I don’t want to know
I don’t want to feel a thing
I don’t want to feel
I don’t want to feel anymore
I’m tired of feeling anything
Feeling anything
I don’t want to feel anything no more
I am surprisingly aspiring
For someone who doesn’t count
On making thirty or inspiring
Anyone who could recount
My songs are painful to the ear
If the owner has a heart
But if they’re like me then my dear
I’m sorry but I know how you are
You’re probably waiting for
Some sign from up above
That place you don’t believe in
Or people you try to love
You’re not asking for any help
You’re expecting it to come
You’re wishing someone would have the courage
To force you open up
But instead you write sad poetry
And mold it into melodies
That you will sing slightly off key
To anyone that will listen
And laugh at what you do for
You can’t take yourself seriously
Or process any tragedy
Without making a joke
You’ve ruined most relationships
And new friends you make you half expect
To leave you as soon as you can let
Yourself once be honest with them
You’re becoming who you used to hate
Excusing all of your mistakes
Because the future is too much to take
And you need something to get you through
You’re being way too revealing
In everything you’re writing
Not leaving space for breathing
Just to make you hate it later
Half wishing that someone will
Take heart in what they listen to
But hoping that they never do
Because no one should ever have to feel like you
I am surprisingly aspiring
For someone who doesn’t count
On making thirty or inspiring
Anyone who could recount
I felt it in my spine
But that was all I could feel
I know that I should be fine
But this is another episode
I'm sorry it's not your fault you know
There's no power in words anymore
Nothing's affecting me like you'd think it should be
Moments don’t hold any weight
Unless I’m watching them on TV
With good cinematography
If the colors of the landscape
Aren’t as vivid as they should be
We’ll walk somewhere else instead because
I can’t love you without imagery
This soundtrack is a bore
And for provocation I am a whore
Stick me with pins while I fuck and I sing
Until I can't feel my spine anymore
You said "I don't believe you anymore
This isn't you you're just saying these things for
Inability to cope with your thoughts
And the fact that you're always bored"
I said "you know me far too well
But you're far too kind to me I deserve hostility
And to rot inside my overwhelmedness
And walk alone when I enter hell"
You see lately I’ve been thinking
There’s nothing that I can give
I can’t make a difference
I can’t fix a god damn thing
But I can write sad songs
And sing to feel like I belong
And I sing averagely at best
But if I don't you will move on
Even when I'm with you
I'm lonely sometimes
I thought you would cure me of sorrow
But you're just a blanket for my mind
You warm me up slightly
But my head it still aches
My heart it could be burning
But my mind it would stay the same
Nothing can fix me
I'm made of mistakes
I find people to fill me
But feel guilt and feel shame
For no one should have to be
My drug through their days
I'll always be longing
For another taste
I tried so hard to find a place
To set my easel down and paint
The gales would carry my canvas away
At the hillside the dunes and by the bay
But by the stream the water’s clean and the winds don’t move me
I’ll sketch a scene down by the rocks and watch the current glide gently atop
And with my pencils I will draw an open window and a door ajar
And I will depict me taking leave with my hands gripping all the keys
And when it rains I will make, every effort to escape
And save my pictures from the stain, of the soaking it will ordain
Beneath a tree and in the shade, out of the downpour I can stay
Back from droplets that will decay, so I can simply sit and paint
You could provide the shading and
I could offer color
If you prefer we could drip the paint
And use our hands to smother
I could paint you anywhere
I could perfectly portray
Or render you in abstract
But it won’t keep your cleverness away
I drop my palate when I’m close to the sea, it’s knocked from my hand with a gust of the breeze
I’d paint in cities but there’s nothing to see, and I’ve never been inspired by dirty concrete
I’ve been to galleries and seen works of art, none of my pieces are quite up to par
But you’re an exception you’re pure insurrection, I could never fully illustrate your exemption
And in a tempest I will stay, far from mirrors and glass panes
The shards of which tend to arrange, themselves in an unkind manner
And when all our resilience fails, and distractions have no avail
I will take my paper and my pen, and I will draw us out of there
You could provide the shading and
I could offer color
If you prefer we could drip the paint
And use our hands to smother
I could paint us anywhere
I could perfectly portray
Or render us in abstract
But it wouldn’t keep us both away
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Just a bunch of assorted demos I made in prep for an actual EP of songs to be released shortly. Many songs have changed but these are the original versions.
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