Alabaster Rind

Chipping away at your facade
cracks begin to form.
I wanna see right through your
alabaster rind.
Show me that beating heart baby,
I've got a gentle touch
and can hold it just right.
I fear I'm flying so close to the sun
I'll crystalize,
so when the taste of your skin leaves me paralyzed,
I'll take the passenger side
and let the sparks ignite.

Weary Bones

This week has been a dizzying clusterfuck of
semi self-inflicted wounds.
Please, let me rest my weary bones;
I've aged out of your target demographic
and just want to be alone.

Fragile Mind

The gateway.

A random occurrence,
pure circumstance.
I was an open wound,
and you were around.

I blame my curiosity;
    the gate!

After all this time,
I'd forgotten the power of
The Gateway (in all her glory!);
an opening.

This is a beginning,
this is the beginning... 

But you're never giving in,
even after slight hesitation.
And I accept the terms so hastily.
Remember something forgotten for so long...

Is life worth escaping?

I'm giving up, I'm giving in
after slight hesitation;
I'm yours for the taking.
Never once did I question
a stranger's intention.

Never once did I question
a stranger's intention?
Fuck.

We fade to black just the same.

Trapping Season

Doubt plagues me like fresh fog,
or has this always been here?
Looming just below the surface
creeping in slowly
until finally overtaking my sight.
I can't seem to find my way out...

You always loved setting the traps;
tying the line, staking it into the ground.
Such a methodical creature,
you would wander for hours to finish your kill.

Some secrets are better kept hidden,
and I'll be better off stumbling in the fog
blind to the imminent ritual.

My Love, will you take me down easy?
Do you promise to make it clean?

Strong Man

Just wanted to belong,
feel the pains of dawn.
Call yourself a man, but
past catches you strong.
If you feel the pain you speak
settle down, let the roads weep.
Everything isn't in your path,
tide settles, finds a streamline.
Special days hang in the balance,
grieve them one by one.

Spool

Am I finally seeing
or simply unraveling?

Finally seizing control,
a destiny so fitting of a poor, wayward soul.

Confusing dreams with you again,
I'm holding on to something
at least I think...

There's always blood on your hands,
and sometimes you have to let go.

I'm too scared to check my hand for the truth

Half-cocked

Feelings wayside
words landing, not quite right.
Sometimes there's more than meaning,
something holding me back tonight.
I've got words loaded, half-cocked.
I've been picking and choosing,
losing sight.

High Dive

Certified, high dive
got a feeling this'll be a long ride
tucking my tail and spitting fire
shame only got me so far before.
I'm exorcising tongue demons
regurgitating any old thought tonight.
Meet me by the wayside,
let's get lost in a dream and
slide our bodies together.
Can't hide my sleeve anymore and
I guess I'm sharing my feelings now.
Sometimes alone is alright, but never tonight.
Rather lose sight than lose this light.

Prehistoric Thoughts

Fluttering by the big rocks
this will probably mess it all up, but
my prehistoric thoughts are on a rampage
begging to get caught tonight.

I've been sitting on the wire,
almost patiently,
but never quite right.

We're at the interlude and
my thoughts keep flooding back to you.

Is this a pattern worth exploring?

Every inch of me is calling out to you,
begging please.

I'll collect all the little pieces,
tell me when I got this just right.

Parallel Lines

Screeching down the line,
whistle trees distracting
from impending separation
as we approach Belmont.

Tonight felt like forever
in the best way, and maybe
sometimes goodbye is just a comma;
I beg for more commuters to protest
our disconnection.

Maybe I missed your line
this time.

Maybe I missed something in the way you say
this is me
and looked back like you had so much more to say.

But not this time.

I think I'm reading all the lines
and hesitating.