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1/11/2009 at 4:13 AM

Who taught you to fight? I could've gone all night
You flung your white flag in my face, and tail between your legs- okay, yeah, I was right...
So you stick around, but my ear to the ground, I could hear it in the distance
It was coming, I was strumming too hard to let on but I knew it, you kissed different

Just say when.

Your textbook perspective on this, well it's boring as shit, you're so predictable
Cavalier as I'm bleeding out here, you're despicable
Your blood's running colder and your touch is so clinical
The few words that you'll say at the end, they'll put a cross on your head you so forgivable

Say when.

On your perch like a bird, your words are quotes, you're addicts, syphilitics
And just like 'em you suck on your bottles and pipe like saggy old tits
You swallowed the key that you offered to me. You're like mercury.
Like sand, you slipped through my hands, but you stick to me. You leave me. dirty.

Say when.

Your textbook perspective on this, well it's boring as shit, you're so predictable
Cavalier as I'm bleeding out here, you're despicable
Your blood's running colder and your touch is so clinical
The few words that you'll say at the end, they'll put a cross on your head you so forgivable

Say when. Just say it.

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Almost back in action...

12/11/2008 at 10:38 AM

Picked up the guitar again for the first time in months- grad school eats up a stupid amount of time. Anyway, here's something new, pending recording. Booze, hangovers, being generally irresponsible- appropriately, it's a little bit country...

The cable clock says 10 to 9, and it never lies
So I reach for the bottle of pills at my bedside
3 or 4 down, next it's feet on the ground- yeah, I'm making strides
Clean shirt, dirty jeans, brush my teeth, then I brace for daylight...

And like always the sky is gray, and it's probably Monday
I flick off the bus reflexively- no, the 71 don't stop for me
By the time I make it in I'm sweating out what's primarily gin
And just my luck, I've sobered up enough to feel badly
about doing this again

No... this is not a good day
I don't know if or when or how that'll ever change
After a while maybe we act our ages
So, for now... to hell with good days. The good nights are better anyway.

Inside some shiny place where daylight never penetrates
Seeking desperately but unsuccessfully for a quick escape
Wallet thin, my skin's crawling from the music selection
Just then you grab my hand and lead me stealthily out to oxygen
Mercy! Mercy! The great outdoors are lovely,
Catch my breath, then a quick cigarette- but I'm still thirsty
So we dive back in and after that... I'm a little uncertain
When I wake with a headache we can piece together what happened
and I'll be bitching...

Oh... this is not a good day
I don't know if or when or how that'll ever change
After a while maybe we act our ages
So, for now... to hell with good days. The good nights are better anyway.


Someday it'll all change and I'll be smiling in a
Plastic frame, surrounded by offspring
My hair gray, I can see it clearly
The quaint decay, but not today- no not today,
it's just a bad dream or maybe a solid prophecy

But for now, give me a shitty day
Payback for a night of revelry
In good time I'll act my age
But for now to hell with the good days,
To hell with good days.

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