I forgot which was is up tonight, lost in this glass of wine
But it’s not like London anymore, drinking with you was fun then
staying up in my flat until the sun came shining in,
Time never mattered, we always had that,
more self control than you ever imagined, holding my own, away from the phone,
when all I want to do is find that 4, 1, 0 to 1, 1, 0, 8,
would be pathetic if I had, but I’m better than that, step away from the screen,
if it’s easy enough to erase someone, a few clicks of a button, why can’t I do it too
being erased, I wouldn’t do that to you,
They say treat everything with love, but I’m feeling bitter sweet,
I went all the way there and back, all you had to do was rise to your feet,
responsibility, initiative, lacking, lackluster,
I’m not saying thats you, just an observation,
why I choose my company carefully,
independance flies,
I think I’ll have another glass of wine…

Standing awkwardly in the entry of a bar, never wanting to go in the first place but just trying to save face, ready to make tracks and leave to get away from all the people
gazed fixed on the floor so shes set to ignore the wandering eyes and it’s really no surprise that the one place she wants to be is off limits for now

and he always asks ‘who’s still with me?’

Irony is, she is, but he doesn’t seem to care.
She goes to bed before midnight on weekends, no point in makeup anymore, the staring game with the phone is getting old and she’s beginning to lose hope that he’ll ever call.
It’s a damn shame, a waste of a perfectly good lady, encased in a frame of salvation or pain
Neither here nor there, hanging in the balance waiting for the tipping point
a yay or a nay and she’ll there or be on her way, but this dedication and patience is either real stupid or a blatant display of a love that might decay and waste away while he sits ignorant to the only one who didn’t care about the demons in his head.

I always believe you when you say I’m not going anywhere

But never when you say I’ll be right back

Life should come with closed captions

I’ve had a few conversations with bottles lately,
Not much for talking, but then again I’ve heard that talk is cheap,
an over confident sense of love, perhaps hope where mistrust should be
and, oh honey, dont forget,
remember how he always reminded you that he’s left girls for less…
disregard all the eggshells, heart on the sleeve of your Sunday best
pardon the shoddy lyricism, if you can even call it that for what it’s worth
I can hold my own while I hold the glass and pick up pieces from the dirt

I lost some money on the way to dice,
I lost an octave to the camel lights,
and when I lost you,
I lost some good love and a handsome light,
I lost a friend to my wit, and in my pride I’d rather sit while you drive.

Beyond a lip reader, not easy to trip the meter
Don’t fight the fact that it’s the fact you fight for what to some may not seem “Right”…
A backwards violin and noise of a jet engine, The only sounds as she takes it all in
Fighting fear with vodka as she ends up dreaming on the carpet
Cat tails on the runway, they pass an empty freight car on the tarmac
As they roll towards the setting sun wondering if she’ll ever get her heart back
Stolen by a boy uncertain, Kept in a box beneath the bed with all the other precious possessions

Barely Twenty Five, Already with laugh lines from all the good times
Bruised ego and a broken heart with heavy scars and some stitches
but she keeps moving forward because the heart keeps ticking

If you don’t know what you want in the first place then keep your hands in your pockets. Don’t reach for the girl who’s steadfast, stubborn and comes with a high tolerance
No shrinking violet, Just misunderstood without a place to call home
Don’t try to hold her hand when you can’t even hold your own
Forever is just an empty promise / I’m not going anywhere is just a lie
And in that case since I asked let me just turn around after handing you the knife

Barely Twenty Five, already laugh lines from all the good times
Bruised ego and a broken heart with heavy scars and some stitches
but she keeps moving forward because the heart keeps ticking

And I know it’s madness
To play these odds
It’s like giving matches
To paper, to paper dolls…

• Reason 1
• Reason 2
• Reason 3
• Reason 4
• Reason 5

I’ve got a laundry list of more, if you’re begging the answer you must merely ask…

A valiant effort, a fleeting moment, lost in the span of time, My tenaciousness has failed me yet again, and I’m counting on this second glass of wine to do me in for the night- With an open heart I release the reigns and hope that someday I will see you again.

Circling low they can smell fear dripping from your pores
afraid of a life left in the rubble, nothing but trouble

Dusting off, time to rise up no matter how many times
Don’t want to take this, not time to waste it, again

death walks in to the room, long legs clad in high stilettos
but she wears flats around you so can, you can still feel like I man

you never planned on her, but here she is so what are you thinking
sink or swim, step up to the plate or bail in a different direction

never easy, never convenient, thats just the way this seems to go
when it all boils down you really see what you’re made of

naughty little habits make up my sweet complexion
throwing punches when you cross me, make it up under the sheets

scent of lovers lingers, some massive love induced trip
alone in my room, trace your outline with my fingertips

take off my gloves, fists up for the fight
this is raw, this is real, press on towards the light

her cadence varies, but she never stops walking
time for a little action, I’m rather sick of all this talking

feet on ice, looking for the door
it’s there if you want, take it, I’ll ask nothing more

eye to eye, heart to heart, and so she lets it be
She can’t make you stay, but she’s not asking you to leave…

This is not the kind of beating in my chest that I like to feel

The wind pulls tugging on heart strings
Rising in the hot air balloon looking for sanity above it all
A leap of faith, instinct if you will
Walk to the edge and let go
Here comes the drums