A Beautiful Mind
Train us, Train us like we're your own
Build a pathway to spare, let the ladder engage your desire
And I watched you write that note
And address it to the stars
And somehow if it gets through
I will leave with my goodbyes
I've faced it and I drank to it nothings changed and I think its time
To give books another chance and ride the wave page to page
Something you said once got to me and I never put it down
The way your words smacked my face
It was the finest abuse in town
I cut the line to be first to shine
Over and over again I saw
this is where the sky drops down
Enough to hitch a ride out of this town
God himself isn't sure the wings are his
He'll get your letter it was next on your list
And I watched you write that note
And address it to the stars
And somehow if it gets through
I will leave with my goodbyes
I cut the line to be first to shine
The Plot to Kill Bob Barker
The pandemonium is finally setting in
You aren't a winner till someone says you are
Smile like you have a chance to be beautiful and rich
Ladies and gentlemen, come on down
When no one knows your name
Dolled up star shining for this show
Make up, dressing rooms, seating plans, a construed web of vain
This is, where ill, be blessed, god strikes with his microphone
Complaining? Already? is the boat not big enough
Just between, you and I, I don't think the camera's even on
You think he sleeps the best at night
Rolling in his money
It doesn't matter put on your suit
We got a lovely audience tonight
Ouuu our character is flawed, by our desire to be best
So if your seen walking down, I hope you're as immortal as your makeup team
And oh what a shame it is, to shine like the cheap wax on your shoes
Remember your seat number, and who sat next to you
These moments get frozen in time they say
And if you stop on your way backstage to look back with the deer in the headlight eyes
Do not focus, but do not stare, when you turn your back on fame
The ratings will drop
The crowd will disown
Put down the microphone
Now you are left alone
When Animals Write Poetry
This tragic tragic display leaves me right where I want to be
There's no lake for a vision or no birds to tell us the storm will come
The battered fawn with nothing to lose is just as powerful as a lion fighting for his den
When at any given instinct emotions can run so deep and gore at anything with a face
And escape is but a dream in your present nightmare, bound down and gagged
This isn't what's deserved
and this is all we have
And this is all we know I know you've tried explaining it to me
But it's blocked out by my misery
Now if what you say is true, then this would mean the whole damn thing
is as subtle as a gun to the head
In due time
In due time
Tomorrow wrote a message
(With your message)
For the springtime
And if pencil is to led, as abuse is to the bullet
The next tree stump might be a overdue solitude
As to the boy and the girl who drift apart like shingles
From a rooftop which has lived many stories before us
A life's work can be anything but complete until someone reads
And if a tree falls in the middle of the ocean would the fish keep its secret
Or will they spill their guts, tonight.
And we slow down enough to breath in what we became that night in the woods
Just rip the pages that make up my intentions, this one's for you.
Traced out body with a fine wine taste washed down and out to be made delicious
Such a weak day for nature when the dear has to make sweet sweet revenge
How long can we go until forgiveness is just a black and white song?
I will miss the colors if you do.
Even Cupid Drinks
Yes I confess I was the one that did it
DID WHAT!
It's been such a stressful night and I was taking it out on myself
But I shouldn't be so hard hateful, everyone screws up
And since I'm the one not getting laid, I thought id drink my problems away
But who knew id shoot the finest arrow laced with vodka tonight
Check it.
I was at the bar
I was at the bar
I was at the bar
Without my bow and arrow
She was at the bar
She was at the bar
She was at the bar
Without her intentions
The street light is on tonight
Your nightlight is off tonight
And if you think I'm shooting sober
Then you can wear her dress if you can keep up with her
We carry on in perverted manners
So far I see you being the only one who has a problem with me
You think you can cut me off
READY AIM (I'm the best fucking shot tonight)
FIND THE MARK (I'll make your dreams come true)
ONE DEEP BREATH (And if you lean slightly to the right)
LET HER GO (Let cupid make it right baby)
be well john spartan.
hiding from night to day, this will pass and soon youll be in the clear
soon is a lot further off than you expect
backtrack to the point of when your home the ship was god, and you took the notes that will mark you
for your death decribe to us in simple words how it felt to watch and learn as these experiements became
more real than you and me
scientists
are vantrilaquists
trance set in to leave, the colored display of what fell, into the ocean night, but the movement of waves
with the movement of my wrists blended just right to make you pay attention over and over and over again, with 24 hours in a day,
I set aside 23 of them tearing into you
with this promise comes disregard for lack of a better murder
wake up in the sand, its the only friend you got
the secrets have been burned
your family is lost or worse dead
bet you thought theyd let you go