Early in the morning when the sun does rise, laying in the bed with bloodshot eyes
Late in the evening when the sun sinks low, that’s about time my rooster crows
Category: life
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Daddy’s Dime
Tuesday night, boys and girls I see, drunk and running around like ants
They all just want to be heard and seen, speaking their minds and taking their stanceSome are real happy, and some are mean, some are just looking for quick romance
They want to be part of the popular scene, so they dress the part and take their chanceBoys and girls are acting real strange, pretending they’re welders and cowboys and such
Buying old work gear from the exchange; you can tell their hands don’t do very muchEveryone is glued to their flickering screens, faces illuminated in the dark
Their pockets are full, and their cars are clean; their biggest worry is where they should parkSo if you see cowboy hats and boots, chances are it’s on daddy’s dime
They’re all in the bathroom snorting their toot, having a mighty expensive time
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Digital Romance
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Morning Tide
I wish I could wash all my weeping blues away
Watch them disappear on morning tide
But I seek after soul after sounds of the sea
A charm forever round my mind
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Float On
It’s hard to walk through all the places that your life used to be in, so you thought you’d shed a layer, maybe try on some new skin
Your friends are all imaginary, your shrink stopped answering her phone
So you decide to make incisions at your home while you’re aloneBut you’re no tailor, you’re no surgeon, none of your cuts go very straight
Every new layer you uncover reveals something else that you hate
And then you cracked your head and broke some bones, and when you glued them back together you found out you did it wrongWell, this is the same logic that got us into trouble the first time
I don’t need to know where you come from if you don’t know where you belong
So how’s it feel to walk around like you’re some sort of freak?
You’re just a monster in a costume, a shade of what you used to beAnd you’ve got your kind of brand new face on where all the skin’s pulled thin and taut, and every kid you see starts crying, so you stop going out for walks
Well, I guess nothing can be perfect, so here’s a comforting thought; At the bottom of the ocean fish won’t judge you by your faults
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Serial Fun
I go out late at night just to see what I can find
Staying in the shadows where the light don’t ever shine
Having one-way conversations with the darkness in my mind
He does all the talking because I’m the quiet kindStaying off the radar like a bomber on the run
Do another lap around the target just for fun
Staying quiet, keeping calm until I find the one
Feel the wave wash over me when the deed is done
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If I Was An Astronaut…
I’d be floating in mid-air, and a broken heart would just belong to someone else down there
I would be the center of my lonely universe, but I’m only human, and I’m crashing down to earthIf I was an astronaut, I’d have a bird’s eye view, I’d circle around the world and keep on coming back to you
In my floating castle, I’d rub shoulders with the stars, but I’m only human, and I’m drifting in the darkIf I was an astronaut, I’d speak to satellites, my navigation systems would search for other life
But I’d be up here thinking about what I left behind, because I’m only human with the real world on my mind
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