I picture her shimmering in the wind sin, etched on her face in the shape of a grin disorderly conduct a glimmer in her eyes the girl without a name always dropping by and when she comes close stories rise about the miles and miles she’s been looking for frogs to kiss and now she knows there is no prince
The reflection of castles in my eyes take me away from this mundane life the turrets marking the sunrise my head a balloon floating on the clouds
down there on earth the sirens permeate our lives a journey through emergencies pulling the strings of our hearts always being sold ‘discoveries’ with promise that it will be a new start all that excitement of new eras before they pull us apart
Do you still decry my heart after all these years since you watched me fall? And in your tunnel vision do you sense I’m still married to the squall? do you scry the skies and see A little boy who didn’t want to mend fallen into manhood trying to break apart peacefully piece by piece?
In the hopes that in my nothingness peace could be contained in all the scattered shards of me
Sometimes when I can’t quite figure out how to write an idea I get my guitar and play it (badly) and often the strumming brings words out and I will sing (extremely badly) any thoughts that come out of my head.
No I can’t really write music, I just strum a long and see what flows. My guitar playing is…. bad. So I don’t have music to this, and no, I really, really, can’t sing! So it will have to remain written only.
This anxiety has filled my lungs with the sea I can’t breathe And I’m supposed to make a recovery but when I leap up to the surface I can’t breathe A fish out of water in society
And all the people talk about the likes of me ‘what and who should they be? I love freedom look at me but lock him up he’s a freak.’
And this anxiety has filled my lungs with the sea I can’t breathe I leap to the surface a fish out of water in society and I can’t breathe.
‘We should open up the circus he can be an orca in a tank bang your hands and feet against the glass provoke him and you’ll see he will seethe and that will confirm our beliefs
And this anxiety has filled my lungs with the sea And I can’t breathe And I’ve got to make a recovery in this fucked up society and I can’t breathe
You’ve got to be super sane to fight for the rights of your people Because if you don’t act like a ducks back if you let them see the slightest crack they will shake their fists ‘see this is why we can’t talk to the likes of you, you’re too emotional mentally ill.’
So I guess we’re supposed to be robots but then haven’t you heard of the uncanny valley? we’d still be too human for you!