Love Your Friends Die Laughing

Well the night gets old so I’m back again. The day just started because I’m up with my old friends, the fat smoke and funny joke. Sitting like a sponge, letting everything soak. And I just got the nerve to get in the cage so don’t bite me now. We made love tonight as the result of a fight. When you put your arms around me the whole worlds alright. And a days worth of bitching goes down the drain when you lay in my bed and pick my brain. Shut up! It’s my turn to talk. Don’t try and run before you learn to walk. Because a days worth of bitching goes down the drain when you lay in my bed and pick my brain. I left my heart with my phone in my center console. I left my feelings with my wallet and my keys I feel so stupid because I came here without anything, but I’m finally at ease.

Dreaming
I took the same route to school. I’m almost late again, even though I woke up at six AM. I’ve been dreaming of something that right now is still nothing but it could become my world once the day is through. She could become my everything or a whisper in my ear across a highway. I would cross a highway to catch you. To catch you would be all that I can honestly ask for from you. It’s something about the way she falls back asleep. It’s eight-thirty and in her textbook she’s waist deep. And it could be a sign when she wakes up she’s looking at me. Right at me. And I don’t know how many times that I would have to ask her if I’m dreaming. The way her hair falls on top of her shoulders makes me feel like screaming.

The Real You
This faded picture shows that time has passed by far to fast. I should have known. Turn up the radio, roll down the windows. Drive me home slow. Where were all the things you stand behind when you needed someone to stand behind? I feel like I’m done here. You never failed to glow I never failed to show you say the word and I’ll move faster. I knew from the get-go you were in it to win it, but now I lay here a loser and no ones winning. And you were never too late, too slow to start, to take advantage of a boy with a broken heart who kept trying hard. In reverie I see the real you. Come home tonight and we can make something out of my life. Come home tonight. Maybe I’ll find you somewhere.

Disconnect
I drove through ....Berlin.... tonight. Straight shot down the highway and through my chest. And I thought about missing you and the meaning of the word futile. I walked around this rainy college campus on a Sunday for three hours. I thought about home and how you wouldn’t be there. And I thought of me and how you just don’t care. But I could swear I saw your reflection in the puddle of rain on the concrete. You were standing next to me and your lips were on my cheek. And I can swear I feel the dissection of the whole me when you leave. And I’ve grown to hate this connection that I weave. I drowned you in alcohol last night. But you poked air holes through my chest. You fought hard to maintain your place in my heart and on my mind. Connections wearing thin.

Dude, are you kidding me?
Where do I start? How do I begin to describe the way I mistake every shadow for you being here. And if I get it wrong one more time I’ll swan dive off the overpass. (Let’s just pretend you know who I am) I pretend that you’re in my car. Tracing my thoughts and making me whole, but the never ending solo nights fade into let down days and I’m back home without you. You’ll never understand. Your skin looks so smooth but I wouldn’t know, because the lock on your door is keyless. Cold air has made me numb, and this town seems so deceased without you. So I’ll write more songs about you.
At night I dream of how it could have went....
At night I blame myself for how it’s been.....
You’ll never understand.....