A Slow DescentI'm tired.
Cynical and broken, but wiser.
Heavy with a sense of resentment,
but i used to be so much different,
I used to have so much faith
when I started.
You knew that I always meant it.
I knew I could make a difference,
Existentialism On Prom NightWhen the sun came up,
We were sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we were dreaming,
There are moments when,
When I know it and
Hands In The SkyTear it out of these open pages,
Women and kids of all ages,
Millions of men with blank faces,
Italicised lies, headlines, bold type
Living lives just like deer in headlights,
Terrified, blind, and wait to die,
I wonder when they'll come get me,
How Do I Fix My HeadHere in this yellow room blocking the screaming
Sounds from the stage
There's silhouettes passing by in the doorway
I pay no mind
You're half dressed and star struck
Will they pull you out
Will they bring you back
We both know it's coming
It Never Gets EasierTaking up my time again,
The one thing I can't stand,
The coffee and the conversation never ends when
All I really need to find,
Is one short clever line,
To pinpoint my disgust it's always just too much or not enough,
And I'm overwhelmed.
Mile After MileSomewhere past the fields.
Past the reeds and evergreens she sleeps.
My bright eyed, holy child.
That dream of mine come to life.
My sad and sweet soulmate.
Mile after mile of crumbling roads spread across this nation just like veins.
They keep moving me through,
Mistakes We Knew We Were MakingAnd all our sins,
Come back to haunt us in the end,
To hang around and tap us on the shoulder,
And smile silent,
It's all implied,
You'll die trying to live this down,
You might as well forget it,
Still I'm convinced,
Now It's Donemoving in slow like the smoke from your cigarette.
every step closer's a step that we both will regret.
keeping a tally, but who can keep track?
your overreacting is taking me back to a time better left alone.
holding onto the phone, holding onto this glass, holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
waiting for better words, they'll never come.
so dry your eyes, it's better.
Soon We'll Be Living In The FutureSo please be honest
What's it mean
Now what have you done
Cant it just be another risk you're running tonight
It's simple soaked and always on my mind
I'm dying
We got these lives to lead
Still AloneDoing like you said
Taking deep breaths
Keeping my cool
Counting to ten
On my own again
Trying to keep my head clear
Go for walks away from here
But i know
Take It To ManhattanTake it to Manhattan 'cause I don't want it
Sell it to someone who can't live without it
You made it for the masses; it passed unnoticed
Death somewhere in Kansas; now I've...
Had it up to here with...
I've had enough of all of these songs
Of self-imposed unhappiness
Terrified, blind, and wait to die,Tear it out of these open pages,
Women and kids of all ages,
Millions of men with blank faces,
Italicised lies, headlines, bold type
Living lives just like deer in headlights,
Terrified, blind, and wait to die,
I wonder when they'll come get me,
The First Of The CenturyYou know
You can be The first of This century
To bleed through
To find truth
To know what
You should do You know
It could be Anything
Sometimes (sometimes)
The Miracle That Never CameMy window pane was leaking glass
Cut my arm
Then you laughed
I jumped from just one story high
And now i'm stuck here till i die
Now i'm stuck here till i die
Now i'm stuck here till i die
The Tension And The TerrorAll the boys voices cracking
Oh, the moaning half tones
Come summertime, we're all the same age here
All the tension and the terror
Thin-limbed gorgeous green eyes smiling
And I'm going straight to hell
All the possibility and promise just weighs on me so heavily
This Is The EndI'm going to hide out all night
close my curtains
and in my light
I'm going to lay here alone
Close my eyes and wish for home
The last time that I saw you
This is the end oh
TryWell, I am just guessing.
I'm doing my best to make some
sense out of senselessness.
I'm talking to my wife,
I'm drinking too much wine.
I'm working on words, music, and melodies.
This is the best, this the worst.
I am the last, I am the first.
We'll Never Leave AgainAnd I've got you on my mind
Seems I almost always all the time
And it's soft, secure, and fun
In the fading summer sunlight
And your hand's on the wall
Off the edge of the bed, sayin'
All that needed to be said