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Sunday, June 15, 2008

Breakdown At The Speed Of Sound

She’s watching t.v.
And she’s speeding up her breathing
She’s living in the moment
And she’s not letting anything bring her down
She’s focused on being unfocused
And she’s certain that she doesn’t know
But she’s speeding up her breathing
And getting ready for impact

And this is where she hits the breakdown
This is the only thing she knows
This is the way she sounds when going under
And this is only minutes away from the ground

Now she’s humming along with the stereo
And she’s speeding up her heartbeat
Thinking about anyone here now
Hoping the words mean more to anyone else at all
But now she’s focused
Her point is oh so precise
And she’s speeding up her heartbeat
Because it’s better than letting it lie

And this where she hits her breakdown
This is the only thing she knows
This is the way she sounds when she’s going under
And now she’s seconds away from the ground

How long before she crumbles?
It’s only a matter of time
How long before she plunges into the ocean?
It’s only a matter of time
She’s falling faster than anyone could help
And she’s sinking faster than she could tell

Now she’s turning up the stereo
But she’s watching with the tv on mute
So no one can hear her heartbeat race
And no one can hear her breathing increase
And no one can hear her cries in the night
That disappear in the light
She’s heading towards the ground
And she hits it every night
But whenever the sun creeps in through her windows
She’s a bit higher in the air than she thinks
And she knows there’s someone who’s going to catch her
When she can wake herself up

Thursday, June 5, 2008

It's always windy in Barstow

i don't know what you're thinking
and i'm not sure i want to
but whatever it is, i'm thinking it too
and i never wanted to let you go at all

you left me blind on the curbside
and i cried all my way home
that park will never look the same
and neither will the insides of your eyes

cause
when you leave
it's like there's a gaping hole
inside of me
and i don't know how to make it
go away
and i guess you can't just
let me be

so you call me up
tell me that you miss me and
oh what am I supposed to say?
Well we won't admit it but we know where this is headed


cause
when you leave
it's like there's a gaping hole
inside of me
and i don't know how to make it
go away
and i guess you can't just
let me be

"what are we doing?"
"I don't know... I don't really want to know, you know?"
"This is is confusing..."
"I know, but it's kinda fun that way, you know?
"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing you don't already know..."


cause
when you leave
it's like there's a gaping hole
inside of me
and i don't know how to make it
go away
and i guess you can't just
let me be

"I've gotta go..."
"But I don't want you to."
"I've gotta be somewhere..."
"You've gotta be right here, right here.."
"But I, I, I, I need to leave..."
"...right here, right here, right here."
"I think, think, think, I need to, need to....
"Stay right here?"
"Stay right here."

Cause when you leave,
there's a gaping hole inside of me
and i can't make it go away