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I get so caught up in my ways
sometimes I overlook the simple plains
I feel like certain times in my life
are met with certain times for pain to thrive
you're five foot five, not a hundred pounds
I'm scared to death of every single ounce
and worst of all is when it's calm
cause I know the sea won't be calm for long
you bring me down
I walked right in through the rabbit's door
and walked right into the rabbit's hole
I made myself an open book
I made myself a sitting duck
I don't know how I missed the signs
I must have passed by them a hundred times
you barely notice what I say
you're busy looking round the room instead
I get so caught up in my ways
I walked right in through the rabbit's door
and walked right into the rabbit's hole
I made myself an open book
I made myself a sitting duck
I'm walking down this rabbit trail
my feet grow heavy with every step
I stop to eat and take a nap
and now I can't find my way back
you bring me down
so down
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oh I'll bet I know what you like
at least think I know what you might
I'm not the most cocksure guy
but I get more bold with every smile
so please, show me your teeth, I'll show mine
I sure hope our P's and Q's don't mind
cause I've been alone quite some time
and I've got to scratch this itch of mine
and I think I know what you know
I'm not that smooth but I'm not blind
the hours pass us by as gin slips slowly
past our tingling spines, cheeks warm and glowing
I'm a social mess but not yet slurring
the words that come to rest upon my luring tongue
oh I'll bet I know what you like
at least think I know what you might
I'm not the most cocksure guy
but I still sure fight the good hard fight
try as I may, try I might
I'll ever scratch this itch of mine
we've all got our vices, this one's mine
so I might not smoke but I get high
underneath this fleshy robe lies a beast with no control
I fed it once look how it's grown
oh my god, bring me peace from this wolf covered in fleece
I can't shake loose from its teeth
oh my god, set me free
I have no ability to cut my leash and walk away
with every passing night my conscience lessens
and seems to pacify these guilt filled sessions
now I'm a social pest but not yet willing
to put my laws to rest till I'm done filling these holes
I'll bet I know what you like
at least think I know what you might
and I'm not the most cocksure man (?)
I take what I get and get what I can
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have you met your ghost?
he says things that you won't
and the stones that he throws
are the grudges he holds
it's the lingering doubt
in the gathering crowd
it's his stones that we love (loathe?)
and the devils cast out
fire and flames they are possessed
lay the spirits down to rest
the spirits are ventriloquists
they say the thing that must be said
did you strangle your ghost
when she broke in your home?
and no time spent awake
is just time spent alone
fire and flames they are possessed
lay the spirits down to rest
the spirits are ventriloquists
they say the thing that must be said
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go home, I'd like to
stumble to bed and lay beside you
until we're even or romantically bored,
whichever comes first
go home, I'm trying
but I've been misled by dirty cartoons
you'll keep me honest for old time's sake
I'm begging of you, go home, go home
(I'd like to) go home
I've mined the graveyard of unpublished poems
you should be so lucky
considers the meaning and shrug it right off
you'll only encourage me
(I'd like to) go home
I like to go home
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spending the best years of a childhood horizontal on the floor
like a bobsled minus the teamwork and the televised support
and nothing sounds appealing
someone retired on a percentage of the tithe that paved these roads
they lead to nowhere but they're still gridlocked, made of Solomon's pure gold
beneath the door frame waiting for earthquakes after the rapture comes and goes
the saints went marching, the trumpets salving, the chosen ones are phoning a goal
and nothing sounds appealing
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Oh sea legs please don't fail me now
I pray lord please help me right
This ship today
Cause I can't take much more
Of this strain on my battered hull.
I thought I was tough
I thought I was strong
Thought I could handle anyone who came along
Thought the worth of a boat
in how well it floats
And this old boat won't float for long with all these holes
So I grab both sides with iron will
It's fit for war but weighs too much and starts to fill
Now I'm clutching the sides as long as I can
It's much too cold to swim
And much too deep to stand.
When I started off down this path
I was well aware of the facts
And despite the proof I have vowed to choose
I continue bearing these (?)
I thought I was quick
as smart as a whip
I guess I met my match
But stiffen up, my lip.
My wit's getting weak
The sea's on the rise
And here I sit exposed
atop the lying side
I thought I was tough
I thought I was strong
But I can't stay aboard this sinking ship for long
I thought I was quick
Smart as a whip
I guess I met my match this time
I'll take my leave.
And when (?) comes to shore
And I feel like enough's enough
And despite the shit-storm that's pounding my home
I walk outside and set off.
Oh sea legs please don't fail me now
Oh sea legs please don't fail me now
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animals were heading north
when we heard the news report
there were tremors in Japanese ocean trenches
there were devils in the sand
sirens sing in monotone
harmonized in deathly drone
leave the tables, the curtains, the computer's useless
leave the lunchmeat for the sharks
(I roam)
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hold my hands, feel them shake
I fear I'm showing my age
all my love is in one place
now I, I'm not so brave
and I fear, oh I fear, I'm showing my age
all my life I've run away
from those who've begged me to stay
all your love is not enough
to fill my half empty cup
your love, oh my love, is just not enough
all my love was in one place
till I, I let it escape
and all my love is not enough
to fill your half empty cup
my love, oh my love, is just not enough
and my love, oh my love, is just not enough
and I fear, oh I fear, I'm showing my age
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This is a place that takes place in a freezer
Count your blessings, It's far removed
from your group of peers
from your circle
Five little rooms, one for each of my husbands
One for each of my bride-grooms
and their prostitutes
and their children
Take a breath of the scenery, all this
someday could be yours
Cross your heart, click your heels and get the
hell away
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours
Hold on a pole right next to a McDonalds
in a suburban shopping mall
at half mast again
between shootings
All this could be yours, someday (x8)
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when everyone's sleeping through the night
little inn, fold my hands (?)
hotel bathroom
off the deep end
there's a light on
sleeping beauty
share your wisdom
keep the soak in with a towel
stand back
recollection
will betray us
sleeping beauty
write a memoir
eye through your see (?)
make me honest, should have wrote see (?)
stand back
(when everyone's sleeping through the night)
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I never thought I'd lie
but you don't wanna know
so now there's a divide
though we used to be close
in order to be nice
I'll only show you half
the rest I gotta hide
cause you don't understand
sometimes I say too much
times that I'm with you
I'm really not myself
cause you don't want the truth
you want someone else
I admit sometimes I say too much
(try to have verbs by getting it (?) )
I never thought I'd lie
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