GUN IN YOUR HAND
You jump in front of the bullet The
family put you to it You might survive the first thousand shots back to the end
of the line You hold the will to survive them Answer to those you have failed
Time to clean your room and show you are able to stop beating yourself down
You've arrived A wealth of respect A world of regard You've always belonged You
have to go on I just want you to feel the gun in your hand You used to hold
aspiration You couldn't see the limitations Even in your youth you were
unsurpassed but driven by grief and it couldn't last Sometimes promise sometimes
goodbye Confessed to all through bloodshot eyes I just want you to feel the gun
in your hand It only breaks you until you get off I'm not gonna watch you kill
yourself to live It's all so average until you get off I'm not gonna wait here
until the body's cold
LEAVE THE LIGHT ON
So please leave the light on after
you've gone Leave the pictures in their aging frames up where they belong Leave
the bedsheets unclean and they will reek of you still Cover me in resolve So
please leave the imagery I can twist it Dissociation and obsession Superstition
and pain I can carry them on too and bury you once again If I could bring this
memory to life I'd apologize I live to hear you say what they can't I would make
amends They'd all love to have you back but... I'd give anything to bring you
back to say goodbye
CHANGE DESPAIR
Everything that I've done here into
one In keeping with... Some earned conviction, some stagnation, some change
despair Disappointment and odds in a costume you can't take off I leave it
behind I know that this time I get it for free Our latest rendition lame
Reincarnate, return the same Still the best times are here now, now that I'm
bored, now that I'm numb Done, I know this is wrong Safe in that stance but
incomplete Leave it behind I know that this time I get in for free Some of it's
habitual (2x) Sometimes the change is not enough and in the lost empathy
memories of better days
TRAIN
My inspiration note the sympathy They've taken
everything you want and they left you all alone My setting sun, self appointed,
I am a fraud You are the martyr It's decided and I owe you several worlds I can
tell you... Rat in the sewer, scraps they left behind Once their visionary, and
they all have robbed you blind Your broken records playing for None fabricate
song Amputated creative tongue You sing on and on and I can tell you why I'm
bringing you down, calling you out, taking your shield It's easier now Years
have been kind Distance between has given hind sight I jumped a train Your
tragedy so easy to read, is bitter envy They're reaping all the lowly benefits
You missed the train they stole and you've never... I'm burning you down,
calling you out, taking your shield It's easier now Years have been kind
Distance between has given hind sight I'm on a train
HURRY UP AND WAIT
It's......time to get up and stress
out We're driving to another town We're never gonna make sound check so I can't
even take a shit No showers, shaving or coffee I can't fuckin' brush my teeth
"C'mon we're already late man, let's go" Hurr up and wait Wait Hurry up and wait
EVERYTHING TURNS GREY
Things don't seem to be as easy
as they used to be It's getting harder everyday to think of better things to say
about what's going on around you and what's happening inside you When it's time
to change you won't know how It won't matter here from now No matter what you
think or do or say Everything turns grey This is it, the darkest hour Isn't it
depressing how our Minds create an atmosphere That won't happen here unless we
make some new demands To grasp the future in our hands You know I wish I could
but it's too late for senseless minds that love to hate No matter what they
think or do or say Everything turns grey
LOVE STORY
Maybe it's not funny but it's true No one
here's suprised but you Embellish it, the truth is your a slave addicted to it's
escalating and your love story's bad Drama makes you livid and the nervous
always laugh I'm fresh out of advice and sick of standing in this harms way
Interstae, indebate, an impasse Driving out the hope and gas Arriving at the
same mute conclusion This destination failure This going, going Nowhere slow
Drama is exhausting and I'd rather be alone I want better friends I'm sick of
giving in to harms way and so are they Sick of being around something that's
destined to fail and the sume of its parts cannot see they make me hate life,
hate friends, hate being there I know that it's not funny but it's true No one
gives a shit but you Maybe I'll just swallow all these thoughts Maybe someday
you'll stop
MESSENGERS
Late, I can stay up late In and out of bed
CLeaning up the mess Trying to be honest 'cause I know I am on it In this the
last time I speak of it the loyalties that have been broken Mine isn't dead One
thing is true Nothing is sacred When everyone's talking and nobody's listening
When we confide in all those friends they're just messengers One thing is true
You throw the matters into blue skies turning to grey, falling out everyday One
thing that's free I confide in you with the truth Late, I can stay up late In
and out of bed Cleaning up the mess inside my head
THE KIDS ARE ALL WRONG
Def, watching cars and focus
on one untill it's gone Heroes die off everyday Like fathers who would never
stay The kids are all wrong (repeat) They're full of their hopeless opinion The
kids are all wrong(repeat) That's all I ever really learned
MAY 16
No more waiting on them as you rise inside
new rooms It's offical you've gone you can live for no one else Man the guilt
must be huge As there's no gain in failure you succeed at being mine Yeah, old
friend, see you there I will be proud from afar I can paint a picture in a
moment of memories and there aren't many left I am extradited, uninvited It's
just another saturday Take a step to freedom You and her lothing this cruel
world Take a breath of shelter and exhale Trust and allegiance Leberate yourself
from hell It's just another saturday
OWEN MEANEY
Uncertainty A foundation built on
nothing I could see secure in your immaculate perception the last resort I
thought I'd ever exercise Now, all that I have to stand on Grieving from a
different point of view I learned it's meaning from you in life and death and
continue ...but faith is just a silent tribute Mine is just a desprate act Give
him back I owe him Throw me a line, I'll suspend My disbelief and concede
following your lead Faithfully Led into this concession with hope and doubt A
seemingly futile gesture My faith is just a silent tribute This just a desperate
act Holding on It's just this desperation that takes me home