You're Doing It Wrong

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   Mama, Father, Brother, Friends

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le carnaval

the old so and sos

you were sleeping on my couch last night and i started wondering what it might be like if you were laying in the bed with me and all the static momentarily got us lost in the dark. our voices rising like a burning sun that would greet us thankfully and encompass us in radiance but i awoke to cold. so i turned it off. it's like a movie, all the things you say. and i'm afraid i'll give the end away. see i want more than i think you do and each scene adds another line to my face. i can't tell you the truth. it eats away at what's left of my voice. but i can't lie to you so what do i do when all i feel is cold and i can't turn it off. i'll just keep re-writing all the things i feel. it's so cliché but i document the ways i've failed. are we all caught up, have we shared sufficiently. and if you don't care does it matter if i sing these things?

the plague you talk about

the compass in my body tells me i should head out west but for fear of getting lost i'll keep it hidden. the dangers of this city life are second nature now. polish off another bottle. drag the evening out. when the crow drinks from my hand i will let it drown again. if i'm from hell, if i'm the plague you talk about, then i mean no harm. i'm just trying to move along. but you never seem to let me so in the morning i'll be gone. well the roads that i have traveled of swirling lines just like my face have been used just like you, they've been cracked just like me. so let's pick another poison, 'cause the last one is gone. we don't have to like it just needs to get the job done.

i'm really missing your mother's boyfriend's boyfriend's boyfriend

broke and out of place. a couple bottles of poison, some pills and some magazines. and i'm lost in the greatest way. an open road, nowhere to go, nothing to claim. but i don't wanna leave here tonight walking in these shoes. i'm sick and tired of country songs and i'm drained of all my blues. we drag the river for anything but it always pulls up you. lonely's keeping track of all my moves. i crawled on my hands and knees across these tiles, cold and hard and so unclean. but i need a place to sleep and anything is better than my cold vinyl backseat. but i don't wanna leave here tonight walking in these shoes. i'm sick and tired of country songs and i'm drained of all my blues. we drag the river for anything but it always pulls up you. lonely's keeping track of all my moves. i'm down and i'm lost but that's always what i choose. i can't see your face anymore that's probably better too. i fought this war but i knew that i would lose.

you're doing it wrong

mama, father, brother, friends.

mama i'm a stronger man than you think i am. mama i'm a stronger man than you think i am. mama i'm so much stronger than you've ever even known. mama i'm a stronger man than you think i am. father i'm ashamed of some things you've done. father i'm ashamed of some things you've done. father i'm afraid that i might do some of them too. father i'm ashamed of some things you've done. brother i miss the sound of your voice. oh, brother i miss the sound of your voice. and though it's similar to mine i've always trusted yours much more. oh brother i miss the sound of your voice. my friends i love you oh so dear. my friends i love you oh so dear. i know i rarely say it, but i thought you'd like to hear. my friends i love you oh so dear.

the possibilities are ending

return to the earth

we were born. we were left in the road. mother came to find us but she never brought us home so we roamed around the earth like the lost little souls that we were. we were old. we were looking for love and what we found was morality covered in lust and our hearts became fragile and tenuous, collecting dust. we all have the chance to do more and we're looking for reasons to change but this liquid always makes us feel the same. we got caught with these callused red hands that were stained with rich wine and with blood and mistake but we'll never regret how we lived our lives like kings. when we died they were singing our graces. they marched with our coffins through rolling green hills and no one forgot all the smiles we brought to their faces. but we all have the chance to do more and we're looking for reasons to change but this emptiness always makes us feel the same. we were wrong. they didn't need us at all. we were never their heroes we were never their saints and the moment our bodies returned to the earth all were saved.

my best suit

turn the radio up dear. tune it into that show. let the sound wash over your body like it's something you've never felt before. i'll put on my best suit. you put on your red dress. and we'll dance all around this living room like we did on the night that we met. and i know as time gets so much shorter it gets harder to be our best but there's one thing that keeps my spirit alive and for that, i'll do whatever i can. please blink your eyes. i need a sign to let me know you're still alive. when i sing you to sleep please remember all the words are your to keep. i remember the last time. blue eyes sounded so right. you had a golden flower in your hair and you held onto me so tight. but that night in the bedroom baby I could see it in your eyes. You laid down so peacefully. I kissed you and you said goodbye.

amityville

i drove past broke down trailer parks and old motels to where your father lays. and i wonder what he might have said to know his only daughter would be loved 'til they meet again. but sometimes things don't go as planned. somehow, they never have. we end up alone again. we're ok with that. we never listen to ourselves. we keep our thoughts so secret, we're afraid of what's there. i just kept lying about you and how well you were doing. i had all of this proof. i couldn't prove it to you. sometimes things don't go as planned. somehow they never have. i end up unloved again. i'm expecting that. you let me down. you let me drown in a well of lies in this fucked up town. where the shallow ones dig their shallow graves. you let me down when you showed your face. and i knew the words you tried to say were weighted and desperate. you packed your things and walked away and i crossed your fake name from my lips.

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