Strip Me of What's Yours

Looking from my seat to the screen.
The sound bounces forward, reaching for my ears.
The people cross the air, in simply two dimension.
My vision finds them, and then my brain finds my vision.
I have a lot, I'm rich. My realistic luxury is a dream.
I live in a house that's being rented to people.
People detached from the context of the world.
The context. Oh it wants this rental so bad.
It's made up of people who are better for it.
The two dimension sparks a lightbulb.
In reality it's not an idea. It's me catching up.
You of the context have your bodies.
I have everything else.
My vision is clear for once, free from distortion.
Average days send me a below average mood.

A few things are stripped, but it doesn't stop then.
Soon I might be made homeless and alone.
You can take my hair, pull it out from the roots within.
I watch helplessly as you pick out a stone.
Then using it you can shred away my skin,
And then everything else down to the bone.
Then I'll sit there helpless, without any fellow kin.
There's nothing left so I groan.
But in this selfish moment I don't see my sin.
Because I doubt I'll realize that I'm not my own.

The Timetable of Thought

Running down the field, I wasn't that fast yet.
It was easy, natural, and life was mine.
As far as I knew at that point I was all set.
Naturally my plan would work just fine.

The world, everything, it was a playground in my head.
Females would never be an issue for me.
I was never hungry, but big little problems I was fed.
Why? Cause I'm human. But I knew I'd be free.

Slowly I started to realize maybe I wouldn't go pro.
My thinking changed into something I couldn't rein.
So I began to decide I'd just see where I'd go.
I did know I was going. I wasn't sure if I was sane.
Was I in a dream? I didn't really know.
So I stayed asleep, in the backseat, in the right lane.

I was in a new place, near new people.
Who are they? I hadn't needed these skills.
I was just the new face, in a new steeple.
Just laughing at their mountains that really were hills.

Soon things had changed, but I was unaware.
I was transforming, and didn't know it at all.
I was just as strict, though I thought I didn't care.
I look back now in embarassment at it all.

Diving into confusion, circumstances played with my overthinking.
I tried to figure everything out. I failed.
I came back, a little different, I'd changed while blinking.
Back into the past I was mailed.

But the past was different now, and I was as well.
I had no outlet left.
I decided I'd simply fight against hell.
While by myself I hung on to the cleft.

Even then I would change. Even then I had no clue.
Even now things are strange. Even now I'm confused.
Even now I've transformed more. People notice it by the day.
Time has passed by so quickly, and some things aren't black. They're gray.

Fighting Fire By Ignoring It

Things have changed. They always do.
If I went back east they'd see me as wrong,
A little deranged without a clue
We had arguments there all along.
Slowly finding judgment, strong and new.
For once I hold my tongue, maybe skip the song.

Currently I'm west, cause the east tried to steal it.
Steal what? My freedom. So we parted ways.
I thought coming back would hopefully heal it.
Naturally, there's just some more eyebrows i raise.
I feel uncomfortable. Do they too feel it?
Am I right in sensing their internal gaze?

Or maybe it's me, and the knowledge of who I am,
When neither east or west know the half.
My river's nice and flowing, they want to build a dam.
What is their problem? They don't know if they're right.
I'm laughing. They're confronting. I don't give a damn.
Although the mood in here is getting a little tight.
It's hard to explain. I wouldn't call it a scam.
But the strategy? I'll be honest I don't think it's right.
So they're coming to my castle with a battering ram.
But they just can't find the castle in the dead of the night.

So now I'm different, but I remember myself there.
They'll probably try to save me. I don't really care.
I know Im saved. I see my savior everywhere.
I know that someday there is heaven we'll share.
I also know that I've changed very much.
I'm different, but his love is still filling me up.
I'm sorry if Starsky doesn't recognize Hutch,
But I'm tired and different, and now I'll shut up.

I'm Messing You Up If You're Putting Him Down

Right now his friends are few, but that really isn't his choice.
He wishes there was more he could do, or that he could still hear her voice,
But what's eating him through is that once he actually did have a choice.
Choices. That's what this story is about,
Because at first he was a monster, who took too much
But in the end, he chose to go without.
Instead of trying to walk, he tripped and took a crutch.

Sometimes we make choices based on what's right,
Usually we know that after we'll be alright.
But this time my friends, it just wasn't the case.
He knew it would hurt, and he stared it in the face.
I know you guys all talk about how he has himself to blame,
But aren't you forgetting that he chose to endure shame?
No, he locked himself in and won as he lost the game.
He threw out darkness, while it tried to call his name.
Now he just sits there. Sadly things aren't the same.

It's gonna follow him around for the rest of his life.
In job interviews, or maybe when he's trying to find a wife.
But the beautiful thing is that this life, though it's sad and it's wrong,
It's short. And when he leaves he'll know it was worth it all along.

I Lose. But you sure haven't won.

I don't really know what I can say right now,
So I guess we'll see, cause I'm just blurting it out.
I'm processing your voice. I just heard the sound,
Because tonight you weren't hurting, yet still going without.
Your tears are somewhere, becoming one with the ground.
This weekend they were sparkles on your face
My eyes were dry then, but it's hard to help it now.
Because now I can go anywhere, anywhere but your place.

Oh look, a slideshow, can you see it too?
Of course you can't. You have one of your own.
What I would like to know is if you're watching yours too,
Or if you were as calm as you were on the phone.
It's ironic, a conversation, you first say hi,
and then everything you say leads to a goodbye.
In my head I'm finding the answer. The question is why.
After all of this, was it actually worth the try?
I almost hate myself, cause I actually think it was.
Cause the fact of the matter is, I only felt a buzz.
I wanted more. I wanted to get wasted on you.
The fact is we're so close. The fact is we're through.
The fact is this time, I think it's fully gone to stay,
But then I can't help but wonder, has it truly gone away?

My Alarm Clock

I have this image. It's up in my head.
It's quite a lot like a nightmare.
But it's not. It's the future.
It's just buzzing around in my head.
It needs to get out. It needs to happen.

Some people say that dreams come true.
I kind of doubt it. I had one about you.

It was fun and peaceful. I love the unconscious world.
But even in the moment, you know, when I was asleep,
When I was in the middle of my head and the story was swirled,
I actually knew it was fake, but something I wanted to keep.

But next, I don't really have to tell you.
Everyone can relate to this.
When all at once, my dream was through,
I woke up and realized my fate was this.

Reality, and the fact that what's inside my head,
Well if it isn't put into action I guess something's dead.
What I want doesn't really apply in the end.
What's best is better. I must be willing to bend.
I'll be walking. Not blind, but in honesty I can't see.
But I guess I'm going somewhere, cause you're still guiding me.

Dear Irony

Could you please hand me that calendar?
No not the schedule, just some dates please.
I know the days of the year,
But I'm not sure if I'll find my car keys.

Could you please pull up a chair and relax?
No I said relax. Stop sitting there squirming please.
I know that you're able to just sit here
Just sit here with me and let everything freeze.

Could you please take a deep breath, and then breathe normal?
No, don't get mad at me. Will you calm down please?
I know you're kicked into high gear.
Can you maybe just park and counterclockwise turn the key?

Could you please realize that I'm on your side?
No, dont interrupt me. Can I finish what I'm saying this once please?
I know that you're uninformed, but don't have to fear.
Can you just stop trying and bow to your knees?

And now to you,
Could you... nevermind. You've actually thought things through.
No it's really not so bad. Just don't forget me, please.
I know that I shouldn't have anything to fear
If only I sit down, take a deep breath, listen, and sometimes,
say please.

Comedians of Here

We're all staring at the stage,
Sitting before the screen
To watch him act a younger age,
To see him create another scene.
He has such a natural gift, one that I can't gain
He gives the mood a lift. I think he has us all trained.
Hourly I laugh at the antics.
Daily to him they're a bore.
His effortless humor and romantics,
What the hell is he doing it for?
He's already hitched, with the perfect life,
But his life's a bitch, and he just can't die.
Cause he's already dead and can't see who's alive.
And though so many of us love him, maybe even you,
The fact is someday his time will also be due.
The knife of his funny life is running him through.

He's impacted heaven's footrest.
Yeah, he's accustomed to fame.
Inside and out he's an utter mess.
If only he knew there are rules to this game.
That in giving this joy to everyone else,
It doesn't matter if it's for yourself.
There is so much blackness approaching fast,
Humor is something that will forever last,
It'll last and keep going, and he'll stay there,
Sure he mastered it, and it got him where?
It's gotten him nowhere past a rest for feet.
Literally less, with an expired receipt.

He'll repeat in the heat of the friends he will meet,
I won bet I've not met but who cannot forget,
I'll see him go, but I don't want to see him leave.
More than a guess a treasure chest open and the rest is me blessed.
Kicking and screaming will have a new meaning.
He leaves all beaming but he's too late for cleaning.

That's when I'll miss him in the newsroom,
Or see him streaking on the racetrack,
Or that one scene where he crashed the bride and groom,
Or as a cop whose angry partner had his back.
How about clubbing, wondering what love is.
Maybe going back to prehistoric times.
Or as a novel character finding out who he is.
Or two forty year olds with similar clashing lives.
Is this list all that They'll be?
Nothing more than a hilarious elf?
Or the captain of a team in Flint city.
Enjoy it, as I will myself.

Nightmares of Flight

All the words I know by heart.
But if I take them to heart, I can't tell.
I could learn about birds and gain some smarts
And I wouldn't fly any more well.
I could write you a book on how not to fall apart,
My words, they could save you from hell.
I know all these answers. Trust me I do,
But if I told you they were me it wouldn't be true.
So I won't. I guess I'll just tell you the truth,
Even though the idea chills me.
I'll do it though, I'm no more than a youth,
Yet I already know that lies cannot fill me.
Or maybe they can, but I know the boat leaks
And now with my bucket I'm bailing
I'm using my hands, but I'm not going where I seek.
I stopped paddling, because with this bucket I'm flailing.
I need to shower. I know that I reek.
But my boat is filling. In everything I'm failing.
I don't have power. We both know I'm not meek.
So I frantically dump it out, not paddling or sailing.
If I only patched the hole. Apparently there's a leak.
Maybe I can stop the water before it starts raining.

The truth? Sometimes I wish I was me
Looking at myself. It sounds prideful I know.
But then I'd know my thoughts. I'd give advice to me.
Advice that me, and just me would know.
Cause there's all this fear, this anxiety around me.
There's these struggles I never had the pleasure to know.
Then the other ones, the chains that still surround me.
I could write myself a book from the stuff I know.
My heart isn't in it, but I do know how to help me.
If you were a bird, I'd know all you need to know
To get you up in the air, to flap your wings,
To care but not care, to burst out and sing,
To know life isn't fair, it's cruel and it's mean.
To see what's everywhere, live in it and stay clean.
I know my fair share, though I'm nothing but a teen.
Sometimes I can't get anywhere.
The truth is, I don't know a thing.