- Autonomy
We don’t talk anymore because you say I don’t sound like myself on the phone. Is it bad that I can’t tell which feels worse?
If the cigarettes don’t cloud your lungs and rot your teeth, and the drugs don't eat your heart and slur your speech, if you make it home tonight without killing anyone else, I hope you find a way to hurt yourself.
At least when you’re too drunk to drive and trying to leave I know you’re not coming home to me. But I wonder what I’ll feel when I see your name on TV, I wonder which of us will feel more relieved?
Are you choking back broken glass? Because I’m chugging gasoline. Guilt is all that stops you from leaving completely, but the engine’s on fire and I’m stuck inside. I said I was fine and I lied.
- Beyond the Brush
Slipped communication in nature's tangled fog. The leaves just barely rustle as we two stand in awe. Frozen behind the wild, a fresh life is clear. Beyond all that I see, is nothing but you, dear (deer). I breathe out in vibrations. You stand so tall and still. I dare not any closer, but you stand by your will.
So come on, why don't you?
- Exactly the Same
It's losers hour at the local stops and I'm sitting here trying to beat the clock. It's a cautious night for a careful day and if this is how it is, then I really can't stay. You're just exactly the same. And if to you it's all just a game, then I guess we're both to blame. In which case: I'll see you around. Don't get me wrong, I'm having a good time, but it's getting boring and I need to find a better use/a bit less of a wait. I've looked all I can, but this is not my fate.
- Leviticus
You weren't old enough to buy beer so you said, "Pretty please,"
You are preaching to the choir and we all sing, "Ooh"
We're all looking for a 6-pack and a hand to grip,
and I'll get you yours if you get my drift
Ooh
Can you get away?
- You Will Never Go To Spain
What did you say? We were too busy fighting to hear the words we were using. What did you say? We were too busy riding with our feet up on the dashboard to see where we're going. I didn't mean it. Throwing tongues at me like you wish we'd never spoken. I swore you said you wanted this, were you chewing with your mouth open? And I'm screaming with just the gearshift between us now. I would say we needed space, but it's the highway that surrounds.
Ten miles to the next rest stop and I'm losing everything I think I've got, and I can't read the signs.