From His Old BranchesLoose words on loose leavesreveal the old meI don't want to be anymore.Burning down my bad luck,standing tall and unstuck,I'm gonna take on the world!I'm the flash birth of a new leaffrom the branches of his old tree.I'm gonna be fine.I won't stay anchored to my mistakesand grounded by an old heartbreak.She's gonna be mine.A Ship lost at sea,kicking and screaming;I don't want that metaphor.Swallowing that old pain,coughing up my old shame,I'm gonna conquer the world!These new lenses that I see throughhide all those old shades of untrue.Suddenly, I see change.A dark fractured glass reflectionshows the good man I've always been.Suddenly, I'm the same.I'm a sinnerand a savior.I'm the man of my dreams.I'm gonna be fine.I'm both the manand the mirror.And the man of her dreams.I'm gonna be fine.
Glass HousingAm I glass?Do I control the way that light should passthrough my appendages? A simple maskto keep all my insides in.When you ask,"Is this the real you?" I could draw a mapof all the little lies that I have spatin the faces of my friends.No, don't go.I don't know how to live here on my own.You are the enemy I've always knownand the crutch I hide within.I'm so cold.Keep up appearances; I'm in controlof my own destiny - or so I'm told.If that's a lie I'll pretendthat I'm free.I just need to recognize the real me.Past all my faults and all my falsitieslies a good man and his sins.Only human,I make mistakes but do the best I canto live this honest life an honest manletting all the best parts in.
MapsThis fool that keeps beating desperately needs to stopsending my feet wandering down paths I shouldn't walktowards figures in the distance seen as perfect silhouetteswho always seem to vanish more the closer that they getto me.I know I'd hold my breath forever if she would only ask.I'd hide nitrogen safe in my lungs until my face turns black.Maybe now it's finally time to set my backup plan in motion:I've been hiding maps in bottles, time to cast them in the ocean.Find me.Like a net spread wide to capture fish as they swim by,I'll wade into the waters of an extroverted life.No more nights spent dreaming of a girl I know by namewho doesn't know, or doesn't care, and doesn't feel the sameabout me.As I cling tightly to the raft on which I am adrift,I count my stars and sing these bars and call each breath a gift.I know this life is fleeting, full valleys and of crests -never one without the other. Knowing that I know how bestto save me.These metaphors and similes I lov
Ghost of a GirlI close my eyes at nightand pray that I won't see your face,at least until sunrise,but dreaming offers no escape.Sunlight pours from the blindsand shines through all this dusty air.A flood of floating diamondsilluminates what you left stranded here.Every hallway mirroris a liar playing tricks in the light;holding my thoughts captive,conspiring to keep you in my sight.The walls seem to whisperevery laugh and word that meant the worldto one lost little boyfighting shadows with a ghost of a girl.
Time TurnerEvery little thought running through my little headis a stream of consciousness dammed up.The words all go unsaid.As you pretend you don't like talking,I'll Mr. Mime what I can't say.Instead of moving forward, we'll rewind the pain away.Holding hands on a clockface,turning time counter-clockwise'til Sleepless in Seattle becomes one more peaceful nightwhere we both dream of genieswith big smiles that show our teethand I don't have to wake and watch you count electric sheep.Every little word whispered in my little earis another goddamn cliche,but it's what I want to hear.You just pretend it's not a problem.I'll click my heels and go back home;where Home was once a person, now she's only skin and bone.I'd hold my breath foreverif you said I looked good in blue.Even though it might prove fatal, it's something to hold on to."I know we're all just addicts",as I pour a second glass.This sand goes down like fire, still these seconds never pass.
The Looking GlassI put all my thoughts down in scribbled pen and inkso years from now and miles away they'll form a chain that linksall of my ideas into a tapestryof all the names and places that bled and ran from me.I've got books full of pages full of ink that never driesforming my collection of self-indulgent lies.I made myself a victim, I've got myself to blame.Lost again in dreaming, nothing's really changed.I welcomed in a monster and shared with them my bed."Above and below: equals", that was what we said.Blood left on the contract where she made her mark:a deal well-sealed with kisses and a knife-wound in the dark.Everywhere I go I bring my looking glassso now I can spot dangers before they cross my path.But I've made a habit of looking inwardlywhere only liars and demons are smiling back at me.I wave to my new friends and becon them "come near".I tell them all my secrets and they whisper in my earsof tea-time in the forest, of jabberwoks and Queens,of words loosed from loose
The AnniversaryPerhaps this is a mystery best left unsolved.Please put Scoob and The Gang back behind your walls.I'll just take these boxes and rebuild my fort,then draw up the bridge 'cause I don't need support-- and definitely not from you.So lash out, then back down, then come up with fists.You're crazy. It's over. Look, we were just kids.So lash out, then back down, come swinging again.There's no way in Hell that we can stay friends.Maybe you should stop jumping, leave this princess unfound.I'm not as worthwhile as you make me sound.Just save all the memories that you keep so closeto the heart you put on paper between all your notes.I'm sorry I couldn't love you.So lash out, then back down, then come up in tears.I know I'm crazy, I'm all my worst fears.I'm stupid and ugly, a self-centered bitch.Don't wanna die lonely, but I know I'm shit.Leave me alone. No, I don't want to talk.You've hit this wall before, don't act so shocked.I'm not your lover. I'm not forever young.I'm a c
ShadowThe words I've always longed to hear,a thought still ringing in my ears:"she loves me."The stillborn dream of kids too young,but we're not fooling anyone;there's no such thing.Come, young Darkness, and take my hand;wreak your havoc, and salt these lands.I left you to become a man.I've grown some since then,now I understand.She smiles at me and she's my Queen.I know we'll outlast everything."Yes, I do."She needed me, I needed her;but was she real? I'm not so sure.It's nothing new.Run, young Princess, refuse my hand;burn my bridges, and take a stand.I thought you could be my woman,but you've grown so distant."Well, I understand."A falling dream, a dream for twoa life conjured in foolish youth;"Fine, 'The End.'"Thought I could fly, I felt so free.There's a monster, he lives in me.It doesn't mend.Come, young Darkness, and fill this hole;make promises, and take your toll.You said you would make me a man.Was it all untrue?I don't understand.Come home, Shadow