[bright eyes]

albums:
song: a scale, a mirror, and those indifferent clocks
here's a scale
weigh it out
and you will find, easily,
more than sufficient doubt
that these colors you see
were picked in advance
by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty
they are smeared and these blurs come in random order
to color the eyes of your former lovers
hers were green like July
except when she cried
they were red
now i know a disease
that these doctors can’t treat
you contract it the day
you accept all you see
is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be
a reflection of something we’re missing
and language just happened
it was never planned
and it’s inadequate to describe where i am
in the room of my house
where the light has never been
waiting for this day to end
and these clocks keep unwinding
and completely ignore
everything that we hate or adore
once the page of a calendar is turned it’s no more
so tell me then, what was it for?
oh tell me, what was it for?

albums:
song: a line allows progress, a circle does not
sitting around, no work today
try pacing to keep awake
laying around, no school today
just drink until the clock has circled all the way
it is late afternoon
as you walk through the rooms
of a house that is quiet
except for unanswered telephones
you stand near the sink
while you're mixing a drink
you think you don't want to pass out
where your roommates will find you again
stumble around the neighborhood with nothing to do
you're always looking for something
to sniff, smoke, or swallow
calling over next door to see what they got
but you would settle for anything
that would make your brain slow down or stop
break this circle of thoughts you chase
before they catch back up with you
and your parents noticed your thinning face
all the weight you lost
all the weight you are losing
you said, "i'm done feeling like a skeleton no more sleep walking dead"
you're going to wake from this coma
you're going to crawl from this bed you have made
and stop counting on that camera
that hangs around your neck
because it won't ever remember
what you choose to forget
as you try to find some source of light
try to name one thing you like
you used to have such a longer list
and light you never had to look for it
but now it's so easy to second guess everything you do
until all you want is to finish this half empty glass
before the ice all melts away
this feeling always used to pass
but seems like it's every day and every night now

albums:
song: a perfect sonnet
lately i've been wishing i had one desire
something that would make me never want another
something that would make it so that nothing matters
all would be clear then
but i guess i'll have to settle for a for a few brief moments
and watch it all dissolve into a single second
and try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
or one foolish line
because that's all that you'll get so you'll have to accept
you are here and then you're gone
but i believe that lovers should be tied together
and thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
and left there to drown
left there to drown
in their innocence
but as for me i'm coming to the final chapter
i read all of the pages and there is still no answer
only all that was before i know must soon come after
that is the only way it can be
so i stand in the sun
and i breathe with my lungs
trying to spare me the weight of the truth
saying everything you have ever seen was just a mirror
and you've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
and now you are laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
wishing you were a ghost
but once you knew a girl and you named her lover
and danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
but autumn came, she disappeared
you can't remember where she said she was going to
but you know that she is gone because she left you a song
that you don't want to sing
we're singing i believe that lovers should be chained together
and thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
and left there to burn
left there to burn in their arrogance
but as for me i'm coming to my final failure
i've killed myself with changes trying to make things better
but i still ended up becoming something other than what i had planned to be
now i believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
and layed entwined together on a bed of clover
and left there to sleep
left there to dream of their happiness

albums:
song: a song to pass the time
there is a middle-aged woman dragging her feet
she carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat
while the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
and they laugh in a language i don’t understand
but i love them
why do i love them?
so the neighborhood is dimming as i smoke on the porch
and watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
and on their faces just anger or disappointment
i start wishing there was something i could offer them
a consolation
what could i offer them?
when they are sad in their suburbs
robots water the lawn
and everything they touch gets dusted spotless
so they start to believe that they haven’t touched anything at all
while the cars in the driveway only multiply
they are lost in their houses
i have heard them sing in the shower
and making speeches to their sister on the telephone
saying, "you come home darling, you come here"
don’t stay so far away from me
this weather has me wanting love more tangible
something i can hold
because it’s getting cold
so lets hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
to block out the light that is reaching for our eyes
because it would blind us
it will blind us
now i have locked my actions in the grooves of routine
so i may never be free of this apathy
but i wait for a letter that is coming to me
she sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope
so there still is hope
yes, i can be healed
there is someone looking for
what i concealed
in my secret drawer
in my pockets deep
you will find the reasons
that i can’t sleep
and you will still want me
but will you still want me?
well, i say come for the week
you can sleep in my bed
and then pass through my life like a dream through my head
it will be easy
i will make it easy
but all i have for the moment is a song to pass the time
a melody to keep me from worrying
oh, some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
and words that are sure to come back to me
and they will be laughing
my mediocrity
my mediocrity

albums:
song: arienette
the fragile keep secrets
gathered in pockets
and they will sell them for nothing
a cheap watch or locket
that kind of gold washes off
the sad at like lepers
they stick to the shadows
and long to ring bells of warning
to tell of their coming
so that the pure can shut their doors
the angry are animals
senseless and savage
they act without order
in logical lapses
they stain their mouths with blood
so take my hand
this barren land
is alive tonight
the corn has grown stalks that form a wall that hides
the wind carries sounds that i can’t see from beyond that line
then the stalks begin to sway
oh stay with me arienette until the wolves are away
the wicked are vultures
they bake in the canyons
they circle in sunlight
and wait for their victims
to collapse and call to them
the desperate are water
they will run down forever
and soak into silence to
just end up together
in some dark and distant place
so don’t leave me here with only mirrors watching me
this house it holds nothing but the memories
and the moon it leaves silver
but never sleep
and then the silver turns to gray
so stay with me arienette until the wolves are away

albums:
song: no lies, just love
it was in the march of the winter i turned 17
that i bought those things
i thought i would need
and i wrote a letter to my family
said it's not your fault
and you've been good to me
just lately i've been feeling
like i don't belong
like the ground's not mine to walk upon
and i've heard that music
echo through the house
where my grandmother drank
by herself
and i sat watching a flower
as it was withering
i was embarrased by it's honesty
so i'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face
not this fucking wreck
that's taken it's place

so please forgive what i have done
no you can't stay mad at the setting sun
cause we all get tired i mean eventually
there's nothing left to do but sleep

but spring came bearing sunlight
those persuasive rays
so i gave myself a few more days
my salvation it came, quite suddenly
when justin spoke very plainly
he said "of course it's your decision
but just so you know
if you decide to leave
soon i will follow"

i wrote this for a baby
who has yet to be born
my brother's first child
i hope that womb's not too warm
cause it's cold out here
and it will be quite a shock
to breathe this air
to discover loss
so i'd like to make some changes
before you arive
so when your new eyes meet mine
they won't see no lies
just love
just love