Prettiest Parts of Me

Down the metal stairs past the pull chain light
Into the musty basement where I sleep at night
There’s a box in the corner made old of wood
I look at it there in the darkness and I wish I could
Dust off the top and take a peek at what’s inside
Try to reconcile all the reasons how and why
But I just stand there silent cemented to the floor
Cold to the touch alone silhouetted in the door
The air is thick with burlap and miller shells
Forgotten by time a tomb with a story to tell
Over my shoulder I look back as I start to leave
At the box in the corner the prettiest parts of me

Picture

There’s a picture in my mind and it’s one of us
We’re old and grey sitting in the bed of a truck
It’s a bright sunny day the sky is big and blue
A gentle breeze is in the air I’m smiling at you
Gone are the days of worry’s and circumstance
Replaced by lighting given half a second chance
I don’t know how we got there or if it’s even real
But I keep it close to my heart so no one can steal
The picture I keep the one of you sitting next to me
Something so beautiful is sometimes so hard to see

Words That Rhyme

Today I hate the words that rhyme
So smug and cute and intertwined
Out on a date with matching shoes
Talking celebrity and 6 o’clock news
Rhyming words they’re in the street
Smiling so big when they first meet
Turning heads in a white limousine
Fancy clothes dipped in kerosene
Sounding the same like everyone else
Minds in the gutter hearts on a shelf
It’s not what's said it’s how they end
Empty on the outside and alone again
There’s a lot to hate a lot of the time
But today it’s just words that rhyme

dancing lonely

Highway trash off the interstate
Cheap motels and hourly rates

Cement walls my lips are turning blue
And I can’t keep my mind off of you

I don’t want you to go
I don’t need you to know
I know that its not right
The girls are all dancing lonely tonight
The girls are all lonely tonight

Long distance isn’t easy for you
Wondering where I am and what I do

Mommas and babies awake by the phone
Don’t worry about me I’m coming back home

I don’t want you to go
I don’t need you to know
I know that its not right
The girls are all dancing lonely tonight
The girls are all lonely tonight

Cutters

I don’t feel bad for anyone except cutters
I’ve been out of control and when it gets bad
I was standing at the counter and saw her marks
She was pretty callused and nervous all over
It was bad and she didn’t bother covering anymore
Blue eyes, shaking hands and just everywhere
Some short some long some jagged others
When did it unwind and fall across the floor
Rolled down the hall and stopped at the door
Instead of walking through she stood there
Like a soliloquy sharpened down to a edge
And maybe there wasn’t a point just a cause
But fuck no one wants to do that to themselves
It just happens like life happens slowly everyday
Everything gets numb and grey and then you
The first time it’s more like dare or maybe a test
It’s the soft spot on your left arm below the crease
The inner thigh of your upper torso it might be
Then it’s like anything else cigarettes, whisky, porn
You’re hooked when the world is too much
When you feel the suffocation of being alone
When you feel the suffocation of a crowd
It’s ingrained like fire and survival it’s at the core
Everyone has a little some have less some have more

Lightning

lightning through the wires and through my veins
standing on the tracks waiting for a train
to pick me up to take me away
to knock me down and this time I'll stay