| you've got a friend in pennsylvania. |
[Jan. 8th, 2007|10:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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last year was one of our better years
in a life full of separation.
it's ok to second guess, just as long as you remember she's gone.
in the bright of day,
it might seem like the stars are gone,
they never leave, they come back when the sun moves on.
it's over now, you watched me
as i turned around.
it's not why, but how... the light is on i'll come home now.
i feel it's been such a long time, since her eyes have met with mine.
i feel it's been such a long time, i'm glad you've made up your mind.
it's hurting me from the inside
if i only had something to say,
maybe if i prove that i'm right will it still be safe to stay?
sometimes, i really miss my best friend. |
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| stl. |
[Jul. 26th, 2006|09:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  thankful | ] |
oh well, you've got me under your spell.
and i don't think that i'm kidding around.
i don't think i can forget you now.
i once sat up on my roof,
and examined the planning of my town.
i saw the structured grid and pavement cutting through grass
remembered the cold of winter running up the legs of my pants.
i picked the nicest lawn and imagined the two of us rolling around down along the ground.
i saw myself touch your face,
and i noticed jets begin to race above our heads.
and i pinched my arm and remembered how much you hate me,
remembered the fact that I can't see what you need.
too stupid to be aware of the beauty that you give this place
and how shitty this town would seem without you in it.
when you aren't around i let the shades fall down to shut out all the sun's light
and make myself feel all right.
what am I doing with my life?
oh well, you've got me under your spell,
and i dont' think that i'm kidding around.
i don't think i can forget you now.
remember that the only things we need sometimes are chilly nights and warmer thighs,
'cause there's nothing like being held...sometimes.
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| nashville. |
[Jul. 16th, 2006|08:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
Another town another place,
Another girl, another face,
Another truck, another race,
I'm eating junk, feeling bad,
Another night, I'm going mad,
My woman's leaving, I feel sad,
But I just love the life I lead,
Another beer is what I need,
Another gig my ears bleed,
We Are The Road Crew
Another town I've left behind,
Another drink completely blind,
Another hotel I can't find,
Another backstage pass for you,
Another tube of super glue,
Another border to get through,
I'm driving like a maniac,
Driving way to hell and back,
Another room a case to pack,
We Are The Road Crew.
Another hotel we can burn,
Another screw, another turn,
Another Europe map to learn,
Another truckstop on the way,
Another game that I can play,
Another word I learn to say,
Another blasted customs post,
Another bloody foreign coast,
Another set of scars to boast,
We Are The Road Crew.
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| east coast. |
[Jul. 8th, 2006|10:03 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  melancholy | ] |
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
She said "Some days I feel like shit,
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"
I don't understand why you have to always be gone,
I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, I find myself trying to stay the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
But when I pick up I don't have much to say,
So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
You know the place where you used to live,
Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,
Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,
But now, you only stop by every once and a while,
Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,
You can call me if you find that you have something to say,
And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
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| 666. |
[Jun. 6th, 2006|11:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition
Days of omission
I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding
To the overwhelming
Always a question of truth your truths question my efficiency
Impact
The words you can't hear
Shocking
The words I can't write
Recycled words don't justify...
None of these words suffice searching for the sharp words
To drive the message in I put the last words down then I begin
To question the truth
Your truths question my efficienty
Impact the words you can't hear
Shocking the words I can't write
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