Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The Fates.

This place of dusted memories and old hurts may serve a purpose yet.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Underdog.

Born a loser means I've always known
just how far until the open road
in my pocket hides an old grey stone
that I try to fill with
all the dreams that I've missed out
on the way down

Careless lovers who are never home
callous ashes that can burn a hole
fallen father you ain't ever known
tryin' to hear the whispers
tryin' to hide the shit stains now
on the way out

And Lord I fear the distance coming
Still I fear the distance coming down

Born a loser but I've always known
I was made to walk the open road
Hold my prayers in an old faded stone
that today i've filled with
all the dreams I'm living now
on the way out.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Steps.

When everything's breaking off me
and everything's changing on me
who am I to fear
the blue in my heart?

When everyone's taken from you
and all life's making of you
are rehashed tears
it's just the blue of your heart.

And all that's clear
is why you're running
from the blue
of your heart.

There's an Old Man waiting for you
to die in a blaze of glory
for your ideals
for the blue of your heart.

And all that's clear
is why you're running
from the blue
of your heart.

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