Sunday, May 18, 2008

I gotta have you

Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home

Friday, May 16, 2008

And all the angels they'll be singing, "I love this."

Wake up everyone,
How can you sleep at a time like this
Unless the dreamer is the real you
Listen to your voice
The one that tells you to taste past the tip of your tongue

Friday, May 2, 2008

And I'm just sitting, watching, hoping the boys will call for me.

I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you
I'd, I'd like to paint this picture for you
Sometimes you don't understand where I'm coming from
I'm just trying to make you see that
I desire the simple things.