Time and Pressure

I'm going to post some of the most recent lyrics I've written. Most of them are incomplete, at least for the time being. Some of them will find their way to music, others may not. Either way, I thought it would be appropriate to throw some of myself out there to those who care to find it. As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Thanks.




I’m Due Back on Planet Earth

The world smells fresh from this room
Not my own, not my home
But a house nonetheless
My back to the fire, the flames of a Phoenix fresh
Upon tender blackened flesh;
I’ve no need for the expertise of an arsonist -
My city always burns four months a year

But it’s so hard to notice when you’re constantly looking west

I paced myself as best I could (to get where I am)
But in the end I only knew how to run
From familiar open arms
To the embrace of unacquainted saints

Reach far. Breathe deep. Hold tight and
Never look back.

Your bed is so much more comfortable than mine so I think I’ll stay awhile
Work myself into the sheets to make them smell of home
Charcoal wishes and singed dreams aplenty
And every night I fall asleep in a new place is another notch on a bedpost
I just don’t have.

I’m finding solace in a family I can’t relate to;
It doesn’t feel like summer here, it feels like heaven;
The world looks different outside your window,
And I could get used to the view.



Hello Stranger

When I say I’m losing, what I really mean is
That I’m on my way
To being lost; in something more
Now that doesn’t sound so bad does it?

I’ve rubbed shoulders with people looking to be found
To be someone, to be something, to just be proud
To tilt their heads back and bathe
In a lukewarm spotlight
Cast down from catwalks of superstition (Fifteen seconds of fame)

I’ve shaken hands with men whose finely tailored suits
Just didn’t fit.
Clothes don’t make the man
So stop wearing yourself thin.

To a clinical observer of the human carnival
The games all sound the same
“Pick me, pick me, love me, use me”
They call to each other like crickets at dusk
And I rock myself to sleep softly to their song

There’s music in the sky if you know how to listen up;
There’s power in the soil if you let yourself believe;
And there’s good company the be found at eye level -
Stop looking up, stop feeling down

Stop trying to be found.

Lose yourself.
There’s a liar in everything familiar.


Stepping on Cracks
(This song has actually already been put to music, we'll be playing it at upcoming shows)

Pouring over these pages; searching
For an answer
To a question
I never even wanted to ask.
But the fact remains you’re gone and never looking back

Doesn’t matter much cause’ I’m looking down anyways
My head’s quite heavy these days
Weighed down by an honest lack of understanding
I gave you everything I had, you gave me nothing back.

I’m pulling out my hair and planting all the roots
Touch the sun for me baby, get warm and burn out

My spine is broken, bent over backwards
One too many times;
It was never enough.

And if you could fill these bags under my eyes,
What would you put in them?
Once again, you’ve got nothing left to give
So I’ve limped my way into a corner
And I’m bleeding miserably
Hand me another bandage will ya?
So much time spent chasing ghosts, my life is haunted
So fucking haunted.

I don’t want anyone to see me like this.
I won’t let you see me like this.
So close your eyes and just walk away
Your eyes betray what your lips won’t say
Agony the world will never see,
All I’m losing is me.