We can only try
to forget
and learn new words
and equations
to fill our assignments
and now
the world stays open
for something new,
new to me

chords pile high
ontop of one another
and if one falls
the whole song comes crashing down
like a bombed city

hospitol

hold hands over beds
where sheets are white

colors are absent
and antiseptics fill our lungs
so we cleanse our every breath

silver walls
reflect yourself
again, again

white faced and cold

We don't know what your thinking about anymore
We don't see what your talking about anymore
anymore isnt what I want to be

ghostshirts we wear
on our chests and around our heads
to keep the sun from our eyes
and the sweat from burning

She's there/sometimes
when the time goes back
and I'm not where I am now
not in a place so comfortable
and so suddenly perfect

like 7th grade
when all i needed
was something so simple
so easy

and now im moving back
to those tv screens

but my heart is still with you

Wind blows massive
and frequencies
strings
strike
your face
and your ears, and your throat and your stomach

the bow carries on
along the landscape of vibration
and builds up
pyrimids in treble
and stonehenge in bass

Truth

Truth is...
an untamed horse
a caged in bear
hungry and thirsty
and needing
freedom
the flow of lives
being led
without a leash
the folders of yesterdays
and calenders for tomorrow
truth will growl
and kick
and scratch
and maul
but when it speaks
it says only guilt
and only guilt is heard.