I’m sorry, but It’s best that I move
Cause I could stay in this space forever
The minutes and the hours grow further
Till’ the time is so stretched that it stops

From the pull from the place it began
To questions boiling in your head
“With not knowing what happens in the end
Is it worth giving all that I’ve got?”

I should be happy
I should be free
She should be lying next to me

But a stasis
is worse than death
To be frozen and so full of breath

The frames will bend
The pictures will decay
And, perhaps, we’ll fade away

We may become ghosts
We may go to hell
And if so, I hope the weather is swell

Dramatized and teased, it could be worse than the disease
As the fearful think it to be

But it’s hard not to fear, leaving those we love dear
Or falling off from the family tree

But it’s worth the ride, in the end
Living loud from every inch
Of a body, free from a mind
Shaking at the sound of the time

Crying hard, like a child feeling lost
In my home with the lights out in the dark
You’ve spent too many years apart
From the light that grows along with you

The maturing innocence of us all
From our mothers, our fathers, and our gods
The impulse so lively in so few
While I sat and stared at my gloom 

We should just dance
And laugh at our falls
Till’ there’s nothing to laugh at at all

We can all marry
We can practice peace
Or we can wash our wishes down the sink

I’m just picking at the thread, until it severs and spreads
And finds its way back in bed

And if I return, quench the rest that I yearn
Fresh eyes for my second term

But it’s worth the ride, in the end
And you’ll see it in the pictures in your hand
But the pictures will look dim
By the fire that travels the wind

We should learn
And we should teach
And if there’s one thing I can beseech

When I die, remember my stand
To run as long as you can
To breathe at the top of your lungs
To shine brighter than the flames of the sun

We should cherish the rise and the fall

They write transcripts
And letter grades
To show where I belong
I write poems from the battlefields
And act like nothing’s wrong

And I got here
Cause I shaped up
And they wrote that down as well
“I’ll get a better job 
with a degree” was I compelled?

And I came to her 
Well guarded
And she opened up her arms
I shivered, but I walked
Until I walked along too far

The safest way
To anything
Is a process of the mind
And they’re beating it with irons
And they’re smoothing out the lines

So go and cry because it hurts
To be stuck and in a rut
When the path you thought went straight
Winds around the life you want
So shed a tear
Better fools have been tricked, my dear

And I feel cheated out of rest
And solace in the coldest thoughts
of chaos making out with peace
And all these robbers getting robbed
Stealing from me
My ability to think free

But I’ll forget how I feel
Monday morning

And she’ll call you
Like a nagging wife
To know when you’ll be home
Blast your headphones
the audio will warm you to the bone

And deciding on
Your rocker if
they’re who you want to be
So drunken with yourself
You could be clever, classless and free

Send them post cards
From Italy
To show what you became
They’ll thumb through all their files
Cause they never learned your name

But what if
You don’t make it
Then it’s just yourself to blame
Perhaps I’m just a chicken shit
Afraid to drive his plane

To throw away the evidence
That I ever even tried
To learn from the government
A government that lies

To ride into a sunset
All to build a paradise
The greatest built their roads
And they worked until they died

But I’m not chasing much
I don’t want to look, but touch
And I’ll forget how I feel
Monday morning

There aches beauty 

In your soar voice

Your cracking joints

And your ten pound eye lids

There exists beauty

In your weary smile

In your apathetic mind

In the tears you forgot how to cry

More than where you are

Stronger than what you became

Breaking that sad picture

From those storming days

There stands beauty

That of earthly design

That of heaven’s divine

That of power

That of wise

Govern me
Cover me
Your god just isn’t right for me

Your bible constitution
Offers fear of tyranny

So conservative
When Jesus was a liberal
When did  god get so industrial?
When the priests stole his peripheral

I swear to tell the truth

Govern me
Cover me
But hell is where I’d like to be

No one would have died for this
If only he could see

So destructive
To their own so-called family
And say your way is the wrong belief
With their devil sitting on their sleeve

The church is a government
The church is a government
The priest says that he’s heaven sent
The church is a government

Donate the root of all evil to the church
Fuck all the gays if you believe in the church
Heathens, beware if you haven’t joined the church
We are children of the church
We are children of the church

Somewhere in your bed tonight

Sky-gazing with starlit eyes

“Serenade my worried mind”

“Remind me of a better time”

I said, “It feels like I have filled my head”

“With logic, lies and silly trends”

“I find my heart among my friends”

“But uncomfortable with contentedness”

The stars said “We’re just grains of sand”

“Pushing fourth our selfish plans”

“Forgetting just how tall we stand”

“Forgetting this is the ocean’s land”

Sleeping in my bed tonight

Dividing my heart from my mind

Do we deserve a second try?

And have we earned a fair goodbye?

Our weakness is our innocence

For the corrupted to bend as they wish

“What you see is what you get”

“Become the builder, or the architect.”

And artists work just to escape

And science means to excavate

And shakers try to devastate

Create, destroy, and intimidate

Before I’m told just what to think

After I’ve had too much to drink

And as I drive through memory street

To discern myself from the enemy

Would we ever sense the end of the world?

Are we too desensitized?

Because I feel this is the end of the world

Like a burning in my eyes