quiet soul
i can't move
windy dream
come to me lady, pause by the stairs
and pivot with your wooden leg
give me a signal, i'll build you an elevator
up to where the ceilings break
reaching for the railing
looks like she's sailing
in that all-too familiar way
and i'm telling your mama
i'm telling your mama what you did
you're killing me with a crazy song, and your gadgets on
and just once i want what i can't get
you're killing me, and my nerves will knock all the pieces off
and then dream of you in tortured bliss
can't leave home
board the windows
safe inside
sing in the shadows songs of longing
blankets stretch across the seams
sometimes i wonder about all the others
are they really all as lost as me
pouring out pages to a book of nothing
letting off extra steam
and i'm angry at your mama
for making you look so good
you're killing me from across the street, where the buildings bleed
and you don't even know i exist
but you're killing me as i think a thought, and i see you leave
oh, i want so badly to be missed
sunday blues
out in plain view
slipped into
bookstore silence, ghosts were hiding
a feeling of a second home
saw a pretty girl alone, who was minding
my business from a corner stool
my body waved red, taken off guard
had no idea what to do
then i saw a nearby staircase
a way in to escape, and i flew
you're shaking me, cuz i write these walls with an empty heart
and i'm scared to live without the blues
you're shaking me, now my roads are crossed like a dog that's lost
i'll give myself a talking-to
hey you
she is what you want, asshole
she is what you want, you asshole