* * *

“GT”

I’ve been thinking
Wasted
Wishing I was out of line
Take it
Panting
I can’t stop another panic time
You are looking good
I can’t, though I should
Take you and give you
All I’ve got to give you
This is nothing good
I can’t, though I should
Take you and give you
All I’ve got to give you

Open your mouth
I parted mine
Lay on the bed
I ran outside
I don’t need this
Or other kinds
Of things
I’ve got to keep on
Trying to make you
Come on…

Please me
Drinking
Saying, “I don’t want to make you mine”
Shove it
In your
Holy mouth and watch it enter mine
You are nothing good
I can’t, though I should
Take you and give you
All I’ve got to give you
This is nothing good
I can’t, though I should
Take you and give you
All I’ve got to give you
 

* * *
 

“The Friends to Keep”

A shopping mall
The “Do Not Call”
Not a family
Since ‘83

It’s getting easier to see
The friends to keep
Patience isn’t free

We dropped the “You and me”
Shit ceremony
On the telephone
Six months ago

Eat a solid line
Talk all the time
Light another one
Before the first one’s done

And we’re pushing away
Yeah, we’re pushing away
Keep pushing
 

“I Don’t Need Your Help”

Sometimes I think
If I stop for a moment
That they’ll find me here
So, I’ll keep my things in my arms
And I’ll drop them
If they’re coming near

Why did they think it was you, baby?
He said they saw my tattoo
And two others are willing to say they saw me

But I don’t need your help, no
I’m calling just to tell you
Thank you for the insight
But brother have you been here?
Bleeding in the sunlight into verse on paper
If I don’t get some money soon
I’m gonna be the vapor in the street

It’s not the smoke
It’s not the heat
It’s not the ground breaking below my feet
It’s not the feeling
If I wave my hands
A cloud of smoke will part for me
 

* * *
 

 “Casual and Close”

Stuck in a hole with a girl
Who doesn’t even like
The kids that I choose
To call friends
Who’d have thought she
Was an endless mess
Of pasts and histories?
Closed to all now we can see…

This is the chorus
Sing it ‘til your lungs are lost
And I am the man who
Will love you ‘til your lips are raw
Well, we knew all along
That we’d have to move on

Blood from a stone, you might say
I’m not sure she means it
Leave it alone
And she might
On any other timeline
Talking’s just
An alibi
Say the words and hear her sigh…

I want to go out
Want to get out
From here

You’re one of those little girls
Who dresses like her mother
Looking around for a boy
To treat her like her father
 

* * *
 

“I Was Never Wrong”

We don’t talk anymore
And I’ve ignored it before
But babies and their young
Are better off alone
Why is it so shocking
That I can’t keep up the dance?
After all, you always knew
I couldn’t do it

So easy to say that I was wrong
So easy to say when I am gone

Take the pictures from the walls
I told them to hold all my calls
It’s not about who’s first
There’s not even a race
Now your eyes are running
Out the phone and into waste
Tell me how you were raised
And give me back my space

Now the town is running
Now the town is running
Now this town is running out
 

* * *
 

“The Fall”

That’s when the last leaf
Fell off the tree
You’re never gonna get to see
What you’ve done for me

Such a sorry sight to be
Saccharine lipstick
And the daiquiri
I don’t want to know
If that’s where your fingers slow
And they slow
And they slow
And they…

Laughing while the steps break down
Lying’s easy
When the lights are on
This life in the glow
Keeps finding where the winter grows
And it grows
And it grows
And it grows
And it…

Nice to be around
I’m sorry
But I know how you were found
I never wanna say
But I am bound
To shout it out
Now
In a flash of simplicity

I’m sure you meant to tell
I’m sure you meant to tell
Me
 

* * *
 

“The Plan”

See how things
Always fall together
This might be
What I never wanted

I don’t know how
It got this far
A couple of times
And I’m waiting to die

You should write
For a magazine
“How to Kill
Your Lovers and Go Free”

But I got a plan
Yeah, I got a plan
Oh, I got a plan
Yeah, this is my plan…

I am through with me
This is gonna be
The last time I’m out
 

* * *
 

“Midland”

Where there’s something
Don’t go looking
For love
No, no
And where there’s nothing
You’ll be safe
From them
From home

You’ll find it’s better
Hanging around
Drunks and doormen
Rodeo Clowns

But you,
You know all about love
Yeah, you,
You know all about love

They’ll come chasing
After you
Yeah, you
What to do?
But don’t keep it
In a box
For ever
And a day

You’ve been to Paris
You’ve worn its frowns
Well, even the Queen
Gets sick of her crown

Somewhere in Midland
There is a girl
Trying for nothing
Curled up in her world
As the trees sing together
On this glorious night
“Why can’t you be happy?
We’ve done everything right…”
 

* * *
 

“Siam”

It’s getting kind of hot in here
It’s getting kind of hot in here
It’s getting kind of hot
In the room

It’s getting kind of dark out there
It’s getting kind of dark out there
It’s getting kind of dark
Oh so soon

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, the grass is gray
And the dread locked gays
Nobody knows what it’s like
Oh, the grass is gray
And the dread locked gays
Nobody knows what it’s like

To have to lie down with your
Siamese twin
Lie down with your
Siamese twin
Lie down with your
Siamese twin
I think I might
Go home
And go down
And die
Go home
And go down
And die

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, the skinhead Jew
And the prostitute, too
Oh, the skinhead Jew
And the prostitute, too
Nobody knows what it’s like

I seem to need to find myself
I seem to need to find myself
I seem to need to find myself
Drink beer

A dime bag and a box of nails
A dime bag and a box of nails
A dime bag and a box of nails
Welcome to the New Year

Oh
 

* * *
 

“Tell the Sun”

Is it wrong to hope
That I made you cry?
Would you like it if
I said I’d tried?
Is it better when I say

That I want it more
Than I could know
Turn it over
It still won’t go
And I want it more
Than I could know
Tell the sun
That it’s running slow
I should’ve known
I should’ve known

If I find the truth
Then I’ll give it up
But if you find it first
Then I’ll make it up
Make it better than last time

I should’ve known…