

INGCStrange how after all of this time I find myself in such a pathetic situation. You are as handsome as always Like a flash photograph that burns the silhouette Of your bare chest against the window's rising sun Into my retinas so that still after more than a year, I can't help but remember you the way I want to. When I see your smile I see it as it spoke up to me from my chest. When I see your hands I see them running across my face, intertwined in mine both timid and shameless. When I hear your voice, I hear it only at late night hours always whispering.  INGC


Goodbye's Too Good a WordIf it's not too much to ask Take this glass away from my mouth Take these drunken words from off my lips Clean me up, brush my hair, fix my makeup, Could you take me by the hand Don't forget my scarf and gloves And lead me out of this bar, Button up my coat, try not to get too close Your smell is already in my head, Let's walk backwards Back pedal our bikes until we get back a year or so, Turn off my phone, unbreak our bones Get in my car and drive back to his apartment Take his hand out of mine His sound off my memory Postpone all his shows Get meGoodbye's Too Good a Word


ScapegoatI have loved you so much since January I could have married you ten times over This city is looking just that much dimmer Since you showed your face Tonight, here in this bar While you're screaming out all those sad songs Straining so hard That I can feel it in my chest when you stamp your feet The light makes you look so strung out Everyone's making eyes at each other I've still got the image of you jerking away from me And your early morning apology Blurring my eyes But the liquor is our great savior and our great failure Pitting us against each otherScapegoat


Dig Lazerus, DigThis is a rut...Dig Lazerus, Dig
This piece of shit day to day Where nothing seems to give lasting relief And you feel so goddamned lonely No matter who's around
This is a rut...
When you wake up in the morning To find you've become bitter at 22 And you've wasted all your youth On a search for the absence of romance
This is a rut...
When you can't be alone But no one is answering their phone And all the men you love Are out fucking prettier girls
This is a rut...
When you're choking back tears every night Beca
Is now blind to all the beauty you once gave me
My dreaming mind sees nothing but
The ineffability of what we might have been
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