That Piece of AlgaeI'm tired of pretending I've got something to sayBite on an old ragTell my head I'm sorryBecause I can't say it aloudIt wouldn't taste the same anywayKeep a dictionary handyFor those witty commentsChurning in my stomachAn eruption of soundIn me is foundAs I float away from this so called "life"
Cigares De JoyFetch me my polaroid cameraIt's lying on the shelf, next to my old beltPlease fetch me my polaroid cameraReceiving package after package of bad newsI wish I could be your worse enemyAtleast I would have knownThey say we've got stars in our eyesBut the truth is we've got a whole galaxyyou and meA turtle turns to a flowerWhen you're lookin' at the cloudsAnything can happenWhen you're away from the crowdSo I'm packing my knapsack and saying goodbyePlease fetch me my polaroid camera
P.S. MelancholyThere are so many things I don't knowThere are so many things I cannot showI've got birds flying in the through my windowAnd it's sad that I know they don't have a homeFlying in through a net I knewRain substitutes my painEverything you say turns to nothingThat's why I write my words to mean somethingI'm just a leaf on a treePeople like to jump into meI'm the food for animalsSomething strange I do not knowYou're the clouds hanging high aboveHigher than me, I cannot loveRestrictions are my new best friendSomething I must of misreadAs I lie on my sideI realizeWhat I've said, it's not what I meantIt's the tide in my lifeYour light burns so brightI have lost my sightI have lost my sight
I've Got A Fresh BrainDeath only happens onceSo I have nothing to regretMaybe if I stare at this ceiling fanFor a minute or twoIt'll take me awayto a church pewI've lost most faithI've lost most friendsI'll be by myselfForever till the end
I Don'tMy heart beats in time with the clockI'm running outI have a fear you're leaving meFor new aspirations and new laughsI don't want to change againI don't want to be alone againI don't want to fake a smile everyday againMr. Sun, please come out and save meMr. Moon, please keep quiet for a whileI need outI need freeI need someone who'll stay true to meBut in the end I always come running backTo a place I'm not welcomed atSo, I sit and I stare at this wallAnd imagine clouds and a sky where I can stand tallJust Being Me.
RestlessAnother Saturday morning.Another Sunday night.Bird's of a featherAlways stick togetherUnless shot downPeople changeBut funerals don'tJust like my graveExpression.I've got winterOn my tongueAnd I've got summerIn my lungsSpring sits firmlyOn my mindWhile Fall scattersSlowly behind.This is my Season.These are my tears.For all the peopleWho give me fears.Tonight I lay,In the dust.Of closed black curtainsAnd hotel lust.i'm losing you.Oh, I'm losing you.