arms made for hugs like wrench metal

a cracked glass gave me a wink and i bought it a refill
she’s trying on her smiles so we can go out to dance
we are paper flowers and i’d mashie her a better life if i could only buy my brain back
two pennies and we share a piggy bank trading minds every saturday
but this place is a sardine pack we live in a tin house without heart
and shop for feelings at flea markets where i first latched onto her fur
road kill playing in the avenue hop-scotching shadows of sunlight to impress the stars
when i was drawn they made me with x’s for eyes- an algebra problem is the best description for
my childhood i’ve got a glass mind and there’s a stone throwing every weekend
so i invest in memories and bet on the horse without a saddle living on fragments slices of happiness
used and recycled notions i’m finding it incredibly complicated to be original i was remixed at birth
and never mastered always broken - skipping repeating myself every morning
when the alarm starts to laugh at my schedule
and i need to visit you more often
i’d bring a video and a bad conversation we can play ring around the rosy for two hours and
pretend tomorrow wasn’t cutting corners with the scissors mother nature’s been running with since
they figured out how to use the word forever
and i feel empty
a house without furniture
it’s like a bad can opener just puncturing the surface
and i’m almost completely around the top of your mind digging for clothes pins to hang myself from
so leave me damp and i’ll keep wrinkling your time you call life but i call it back star 69
to find out where the fuck it’s all coming from
all these so over weight standards and that house where christmas is opened in a box
drooling bad eggnog so wake from your drunken daydreams and drive me home
you’re a steering wheel in my drive to accomplish something
something more than this feeling……….so fuck what i say as long as it’s said appealingly
and dye me the color of sky at dusk so i can fade without a crescendo
the sunshine seems to only rain on this side of town when the weekends come back around
we’re hang over hang men who forgot how to spell happiness
you’re making my stomach clap its hands and all these so-called friendship collisions at the local
i’ll take the regular order me a new evening and i’ll tip you with my cigarette ashes
talking bar stool drown it all in a flask then resurrect it for the excuse to drown again
shit is getting stale
so the summer is gone and i’m an empty room
please write me back with a kiss and i’ll carry it around in the pocket without a hole
did you ever notice how snares sound like something falling from a distance
and confused would probably be the most accurate image if it was one
and i don’t know what we’ve been doing for these past few years but sometimes it feels chapped
and i bite my lip when i’m chewing on this trying to save the world
with a broken flashlight and a pack of chewing gum
sticking my pen in places some call harassment so i’m charged like a battery with
no place to shed energy so i keep you distant but close enough pet
then it’s back and forth i’ll rain on you until you start to cry then we can reverse the order
automated smiles to frowns sun to moon spring to both of us falling
so counterproductive would probably be the most accurate image if it was one
and winking at the stars only makes the morning look funny
trying on too many smiles only holds up the line
and i think paper flowers rip in the wind
so i don’t know i’m not sure i’m up in arms

and this is about a girl that i met in a bar
only i wasn’t there
but she bought me a memory
and i still drink it till this day
never seeming to get drunk enough
but always stumbling around slurring all my good thoughts away
and this is about a girl that i met in a bar
only i wasn’t there
but she bought me a memory
and i still drink it till this day
never seeming to get drunk enough
but always stumbling around slurring all my good thoughts away