30 Pieces

This country air has no benefit
they still have wheeled pollution and intrusive streetlights
this far out I thought I would be free
from the busy life but they go on as far as the eye can see
my lungs still scream for nicotine
and a white room isn't stopping any dirty dream
this new start has been wasted on me
the plastered over stains remind me the way you used to
put your makeup on your face

your youth leads you to believe, you're just modern and not naive
but theres always been the selfish kind, betray and then just hide behind
yellow guts and yellow teeth, i won't be paid until their slashed and beneath
layers of where you should of been and judgement you should have learnt from me
Still we're all too quick to moan of things that occur we haven't deserved
but not about anything we've got or had that's great
or the times we should have been on trial but slowly got away

I peer into a silver coin,1999,I imagine all the stories in it's time
all those hands that have held it
once reddened,swollen fingers that have since healed their hurt
but the coin could still sell to us how they acted at the time
the hands would jest away, but know how greedy,stupid they were
in moments of madness
this coin is my memento to act, and how to proceed on

Older Clocks

the only thing that's worth me spending
i don't have enough yet feel days are never ending
whether i fly through blue skies
or grind out some bland routine
i know that i'm running out of time

you chose to settle down and get a job
i don't mind but money it comes and goes
some people miss their family growing up
for paper and some pennies
that'll all change hands
but a memory does all it can
to help us remember that we are running out of time


some picture a perfect moment over and over again
whether it's one of achievement or sick revenge
but i'll just shrug and spin and twirl
in a moment, a sunny picture on a postcard
like i've got no care in the world
because i know that i'm running out of time

yet i'm still here in the same place i've been for years
doing the same things that i do, mistakes of old and new
same familiar places same old dull faces
time it marches on and leaves me with its wrinkles
but i'm so tied to accustomed fate
that i think one has to wait and see
it seems that its not what i make of time
it's what time makes others see of me

*
i've sure returned to normal
and my mouth tastes like me
not one hair on my head remembers us
eyes return to pristine blue
love is gone now once again we're true
i'm glad we're both through this
this one here, this ones for you

Sprinkles/Modern Love

woman you're out of your depth here
i've scratched my knees and bumped my head
so many times i could never shed a tear
i don't care you could be sleeping with fish
a ball and chain tight around your ankle
hitting the bottom of the ocean
letting out one last gargle
and i'd still be sitting there pretending i'm golden
be naive and naughty but don't you understand
there's nothing for you worth holding in my sieve of a hand

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Be your own eight-ball
and kill the summers mystery
the modern method is underway
patience lying in a heap
loyalty takes the final sleep
and pride hah theres no more to keep
ask and for a night you instantly get
no feelings for anyone to fret
while i lie out like a broken watch
not noticing time is changing
a sullen rose your stinking bed
and all my ideals hanging in my head