the art of giving in

just when
i was
getting on..
you try to
pull me back
[pull me harder]
but this
time i'm
not
giving in
[i may lay down but i haven't given up]
so play
your games
and i'll
just watch
[it shouldn't take too long]
if numb
is the word
then,
i've lost all
feeling
[go ahead, touch me]
i've taken
control
of the
hand i've
been dealt
[it's a pleasure to come out on top]

olympic gold medalist

don't jump
to conclusions
this is
revolutionary...
otherwise you'd
be in love with
a one man
band
but sometimes i
need that sweet
sweet sound to
bring me around

and this time...
there's no
jumping...
or falling for that matter.

blast from the past

don't give me
those eyes...
of course
it was you...
it was you
all along.
strong,
smart,
but too
short...
too short
by a mile.
so pack up
your misconceptions
and i'll bury
my apprehensions,
'cause it's
raining...
our shoes
are lost &
the puddles...
well,
the puddles
are calling our names...
again

if i were a magician... we'd be dancing

and i wonder
if you wondered...
about me,
that is...
then i just
assume that
in the end,
i'm really
not that
wonderful type

handbags as furniture

i often wonder
if the purses
we adorn are
mere objects that
symbolize and illustrate
the amount of
baggage we're willing
to handle
and if that's the
case... you carry
worlds on your
shoulder, and me...
well, while my bag
may appear small,
i tell you...
it's mary poppins
deceiving

same old wishes

and i'm
wishing the
days didn't
have to end...
(like this)
and the
nights could
go on forever...
or until we grow
tired & fall asleep
in each others' arms

a little less in love

because they
take a piece
of you
and eventually
it gets to you
because in the
long run,
it'll end up
breaking you
stop when
you're ahead,
before
they take
all of you

Where we sit

and we
talked of
love songs
all night
long, because
a love like
that doesn't
just happen
on the big
screen...
our hearts
ache for
the casting
call...
someday
i know, (but i
need some reminders)
...we'll all have
our 15 minutes
of fame

time to curdle

i think it's
about time
to get this
out on paper
because we all
know a heart's
a terrible thing
to waste,
and if i keep
this in...
i'll waste away...
{all of this
reaction,
based on
no production}
it's been a day
and i miss you,
please stay
[away]
'cause your
shelf life
should expire
soon
and we'll reconvene
when it's convenient
and i'll just hope
my tan hasn't
faded by that point

Thank God It's Forget-day (TGIF)

tonight's the night
we think of nothing passed
we drink to today
and we get drunk fast...

left our worries
at the door
tell them, cheerio...
expect you home by four

and we sing our lungs out
dance to our hearts content
we'll sing and we'll dance in the face
of everything we resent

drink and drive... and drown away

i could die
tonight (on the inside)
on these
drowning streets

if only it
could guarantee
that you'd
come home ( a new person)

because now,
even when
you're around...
it's empty (inside)

so i'll drink
the pavement
if i have to...
to fill myself with something (other than feelings)

when the snow's gone and our tans are prime

i tried to catch
you,
call you out,
but you were
in the future
so i couldn't
reach you...
my time machine's
stuck in the past...
and it's something
i can't hold onto.
and there's never
too much
so don't stop...
well maybe just
slow down,
lets catch our
breath & meet
in June