What did you expect, the submissive scent of alcohol? What did you expect to gain? I bit my tongue again and again What were you doing in her basement in the first place? The question of protection was quickly out of the question for you. I’m leaving on my own decision I drove in circles Couldn’t find the lines Aligned in the wrong way Drove the long way home Keep it to yourself; your ignorance sustained my blissful Mind, your mind is slowly broken down there while I’m upstairs speculating I’m leaving on my own decision

These days were spent wasted in a temperate time He’s self-amused in the comfort of her arms I dream in the segments of a time Being in the center confined Those were the days when your father was gone You came of age in an interval at all Dreaming in sequences of lines Being all confused by the interlacing lights Those were the days when your mother was gone You came of age in an interval at all I dream of your wasted winter eyes She’s so confused I’m so wasted in her eyes

Every time I try to find the passage to your life A cordial carry waits to find a new character to act upon This isn’t a question for you The old satisfactions been misused Steam powered tractors are coronary factors arrayed Symmetrical features on your face are now rearranged Joking of your broken heart braced before the cabin doors closed The forecast of chemicals will never decompose Preach chapters of disaster presented in a bi-color tone Freewill blocks the entrances despite a forceful move Try as I might, I never found the meaning of the try With instinct as my guide, I never realized the why This isn’t a question for you The old satisfactions been misused Steam powered tractors are coronary factors arrayed Symmetrical features on your face are now rearranged Joking of your broken heart braced before the cabin doors closed The forecast of chemicals will never decompose

I was very waiting for a ship to post a bail! A way to play the interesting. Sailor set the monotone sail! In the interest for the intermittent time, I sentenced her free Immune to play the interesting. Play it to me. I blew the forest right out of proportion Flattening the tires to startle the motion. Loosely lathered braids lost my eyes. I can’t make contact. A little interference never hurt, to turn your back. In the interest for the intermittent time, I sentenced her free Immune to play the interesting. Play it to me. I was very waiting for a ship to post a bail!

I've got a temperature I've got a secret to set you off I've sent a messenger I've sent a seeker to save the lost Caramelized my mind Repolarized my sight An echo to the pulses beating Ringing in my ears There's another world apart There's a sequence to save the lost There's a chance to hold our breath till we decay Or any other way

Parking the van on the pavement Bask in the same damn song Rattle the cage non-fiction Rattle the cage non-fiction I want to wade in your blouse I want to be your floorboards I want to feel when your down for the count Strenuous exercise to be infatuated with at all It was a stupid lack of talent left to master it at all Follow the same precaution I laugh at the same damn dog Rattle the cage non-fiction

I. Ella-Pants Well hello there, Mrs. Ella-Pants I see you taking control over again And again I smile. I’ll press my lips over your big Trunk, yes she’s an elephant Blue and white glass made so plumpingly fat Self-inject her with the medicine And burn her alive it’s a high from her ash She bears it like a mother should I see you taking control over me Or was it my conscious mind? I see you’ve taken control Mrs. Ella-Pants Pants. And so she was punctured beyond repair I sang a song for her A short song Nothing special... II. Butch Doggery In some Boston square I saw you take shelter in the rain. But we had to use it But she needed a warning, she prolonged the purchase In some stone covered stairs On the opposite pane of the glass But we needed a tool And she needed some nurturing, impending the torturing Burn me Butch Doggery Burn me Butch Doggery And she’ll burn For the fire has served me so well. Every day of the year I lived with you forever But we had to use it But we had no ID. “How powerful this bond could be.” Stoned in the valley On the greenest of grasses But we needed some mercy, but we needed some mercy From the everyday blues Burn me Butch Doggery Burn me Butch Doggery And she’ll burn III. King Kong Pass the glass smokestack. There’s enough for two. A little bit of shallow inspiration well it just won’t do. Tipping the floor, she’s already gone, Shattered her arm, its already broken. IV. Polly I awoke with blood on my hands, A broken-bottled apartment with a hint of autumn air. I pinched myself and Polly made me take The purposeful exhale to shake the doubts of the day. "Where have you gone polly?" Before I fell asleep In the sweat of my covered sheets I pinched myself and Polly made me take The purposeful exhale to shake the doubts of the day. I awoke with the song In a state of hesitation I submitted to the thread “Where have you gone polygon? Where have you gone?”

Maybe you wasted away. In place of your greatest face you wasted my time! Maybe you'll change your mind if I ask you to stay. Please, please, please, leave before the consciousness takes preference presented in a different way than you're used to seeing. Please, please, remind me who you recalled upon the balcony; A secret you never want to tell. Maybe the outcome was different. Maybe the reaction was different than you recall. Maybe you think its okay to disregard the compliment. Please, please, please, leave before the consciousness takes preference presented in a different way than you're used to seeing. Please, please, remind me who you recalled upon the balcony; A secret you never want to tell You remind me of a time. You remind me of girl who changed her preference disguised as an angel's innocence. You remind me of that time. You remind me that try as I might I could never change the meaning of your life. Please, please, please, leave before the consciousness takes preference presented in a different way than you're used to seeing. Please, please, remind me who you recalled upon the balcony; A secret you never want to tell.

I just wanna keep aging I just wanna keep aging on I just wanna keep wasting I just wanna keep wasting on I don't wanna be famous I just wanna be just like you I just wanna be wasted I just want to waste with you And you keep moving back and forth I just wanna keep aging I just wanna get old as you I just wanna keep wasting If you should be wasting too I don't wanna be famous I just wanna be just like you I just wanna be wasted I just want to waste with you And you keep moving back and forth

Motionless static in a polymer compound Unbroken gaze she doesn't get around much. Pinky toe severed. What was her religion? She winks like an angel with the hint of ill wishes Overly over-thinking, speech is slowly slowing But she can't see. She can see beyond the screen. Hunched over in the overcoat, hidden from the ceiling But you can't be seen. She'll sneak behind the screening. She's helpless yet secure within the lack of primal instincts. She's suppressed in her interests yet she's so interesting. Who met her maker, in the source of her creation? Reclusive as delusions in the source of her temptations. Overly over-thinking, speech is slowly slowing But she can't see. She can see beyond the screen. Hunched over in the overcoat, hidden from the ceiling But you can't be seen. She'll sneak behind the screening. She's unreal She's unreal She's unreal She's unreal

Can't help this feeling Where did my confidence go? I can't shake the feeling My brain's being strained through a calender It's hard to speak to you I've searched all my thoughts for a glimpse of truth It's hard to realize I've searched all my thoughts in a dark, dark room. But I know I know I think I thought you were my darling. I don't have the certainty. But I know how to think that I thought you were the best thing That's ever happened to me

I'm not impressed by your semantics. Show me something I can be. I'd be impressed by your shiny antiques, and your pretty face fashioned by the side of my glove. It's about time you were my maker to meet, but my reservations slowing me. Fighting crime with my perfect physique. It's a pity my attraction got the best of me first. Swooned by the swagger A focus out of reach Drawn to the latter daylight In motion, I do. I'm not impressed by your pouring nor by your attempts to conversate me. I'd be impressed if you pour it for me. Spit the spitting out the spout to leave devices about. It's about time for my cowering but in turn my sticky wishes are a turn for the worst. My inhibitions are my higher being. It's a pity how reflection plays a joke on the words. Swooned by the swagger A focus out of reach Drawn to the latter daylight In motion, I do.