1. All Deep Ends

    I don’t know why I get to thinking you should be around every weekend.
    Every lip bite begs to hide what our friends and fam are teething
    I don’t want to bite more than I can chew
    I won’t make you choose
    To state what seems an obvious and recurring truth
    We aren’t sure
    This could be me and you

    I don’t know if I can see the life outside these times
    I can’t help but hope you are there
    It’s weird, on the low, we high five every dime
    Are you greedy like me
    To keep me in the back of your pocket?
    I’m a handful and I bet hands down, you thought it
    So you’d think you’d reach for her hand instead
    I knew like the back of mine
    That one or all of us are in over our heads

    I don’t want to lose in the name of love
    I’ll stop in the name of friends
    You give me signs that I’m the best
    And if we ask what that is
    I say it all depends
    They’re asking about you and me
    And I’m scared to ask maybe
    This could be you and me
    And how it feels it should be
    Inevitably

    We’ll see, we’ll see
    It’s all theory; it’s all trial.
    A method less complex
    Outwardly matches our style
    How is everything so different
    And so familiar all at once?
    I like how you make me forget
    But destroy me with a hunch
    It was new to hear I stand a chance
    Not that every girl is a mess
    Waiting on a fix of romance
    But there’s a gathering of hope for two
    In, “Holy, I wanna dance with girls like you”
    Then the echo of a lonely truth follows that
    This could be me and you

    This could be you and me
    Why would I invite you to anything less than a party?
    It’s not the kind of pity
    I’ve had every friend with me
    To ask, “Are you happy?”
    Ask about you and me
    You let them see what only seems
    Louder than words, the action speaks
    I can’t hear over you whispering
    Her name
    Every time you touch me

    This could be…

     

  2. Recollection

    Light casted on all the phantoms
    Sharp flashes on cascading fountains of youth
    Young ways chasing waterfalls
    Till the situation age
    To old problems that snowball
    Cold calls on cold hearts
    I couldn’t really sell myself as a living Mozart
    I’m more a maestro of mayhem
    Claiming I resurrect my life as a dead art.

     

  3. "Who Read Stories To Put Me To Bed"

    There’s a tale about a girl sending a message in a bottle
    With her last hopes to an uncertain destination
    To a heart she only speculates to care
    Like a single connection could save cause
    "The girl is an island unto herself"
    What was I looking for at the bottom of the bottle
    In carelessly shaking hands?
    Some way of cutting off a bottle-fed reputation
    But we all become a member of the family
    Involuntarily
    By subtle efforts
    Our relative mannerisms are brought to the table
    I hit the same fork in the road
    Where every path refused to lead me home
    Cause it’s hard to pass up
    Another drink, another drug, another dressed up girl to drive you off the edge to the holes that we’ve dug
    Deeper
    We take it too far when it’s hard to say no.
    And I know what you mean now.
    You really did just want someone to talk to.

     

  4. Corps

    Kids and the world wars they wage
    armed in complexes
    Of the motherland
    In the father’s name
    We are the marching militia
    to the beat of a drum
    drilled in our ears
    that we would disband
    sound veins and heart strings
    if we fall out of line
    pace, survive the times
    I will hold your spine
    What need for your nervous system
    because I am your guts
    You are my womb
    Exit in screams
    Go to your room
    Brother,
    you have your own salt for the wound.