When Summer's Over Will We Dream Of Spring

a safe position back against the wall. a simple shrug to shrug the questions off. there's no action. there is no reaction. coveted, i fight the consequence.

Warped The Wood Floors

When we were burning. These stained walls would swell with passion. Our sweat warped the wooden floorboards. You'd kick out the nightlight. And let the moon bleed through the window.

Vermont

Staring up at stars. From the back seat of a stationwagon. Carving the night. Trees keep marching by. Light poles blur into a stream. Blazing laser beams.

There's A Coldest Day In Every Year

Hey, Are you sleeping?. We've got nothing better to do. Than just lay here, together. Let it pass.... It wasn't so hard to destroy. Now its not so easy to forget.

The Ugly Organist

And now, we proudly present. songs perverse and songs of lament. A couple hymns of confession,. and songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along i'm on the ugly organ again.

The Road To Financial Stability

watching cars. or will we be passed by. will anyone stop for us. be passed on. the day passes away. and we're alone. the moment cracks along the sidewalk.

The Rhyme Scheme

The Recluse

I wake alone, ina woman's room I hardly know.. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home.. The room is littered with her books and notebooks.. I imagine what they say, like, 'shoo fly, don't bother me,'.

The Radiator Hums

Dinner's getting cold. You haven't touched a thing. So what's it gonna be?. I can hold out much longer than you. . When it's steady, I'm just acting out my roles.

The Night I Lost The Will To Fight

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame. That once burned within these fists where defeat remains. . The night has fallen down the staircase.... . I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame.

The Martyr

And so it's begun. This is year one. The birth of a child in the form of a man. Wrapped in towel. Passed out on the floor. These drunken hours -- graces deflowered.

The Lament Of Pretty Baby

I saw something I was not supposed to see. A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me. . (The kitchen door was open a crack,. So naively we peeked inside).

The Great Decay

The Game Of Who Needs Who The Worst

A little bit closer,. I know you're not bashful. There, now that's not so bad, is it?. So what was that secret?. What did that prick whisper to you?. Was it playful and flirty.

The Farewell Party

"Bon Voyage". And promptly he hung up the phone. There was a doorbell ringing. So he snuck out onto the terrace. He said "If these were my last words,.

The Dirt Of The Vineyard

Less talk, more dancing. If we could push off the sick conversation one more night. I surely would. My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard. Have I soiled your gown?.

The Censor

It's not a song about old friends,. backstabbers, leeches, or cretins.. It's not about you, and it isn't true.. . It's not a song about family,. how the lack thereof can be crippling..

The Casualty

The night has fallen down the staircase. And I, for one, have felt its bruises. Equilbrium; inebriated. Our social graces have been displaced. . As we sink deeper into the drink.

The Bitter End

When the bitter end arrives,. will we be at war or sadly, madly in love?. Will we beg for one more night?. Or will we have our bags packed. waiting at the door?.

Tempest

Wind blown. A semi capsized in the storm. Stranded. The rains of June have cleansed it. A baptism of sufferage. . Take two. One man beneath a waning moon.