Garrison

I can see the headlights
Shining in my rear view
You're still gonna pass me
Just wanna be near you
I can hear you singing
I can hear you swearing
I can taste your last gasp
So long, thanks for caring

Is this all we'll ever be
Passing ships in the night
Flashing neon lights fading fast
We close our eyes and try to see
Hands entangled in the dark
Parking cars we'd rather crash
Starting fires with tomorrow's trash
Feels like the only thing that lasts
Are our pictures of the past
It's our addiction
A perfect fiction

Sewing Wings

She is not a lottery

You can not win her

She is not a game show 

You can not spin her

She is not a fish to catch

There isn't a strong enough net

She's just like anyone else

Who's not like anyone you've ever met

She's not waiting 

In a tower for you

With a bleeding scalp

And wringing hands

She's not writing

Your name next to hers 

She won't know you 

She won't understand

She's not a picture

Time holds her closer than you

She's not a whisper

All your shouting can't undo

She's not a day dream

Or your sweaty fantasy collage

She won't be there in your kitchen 

when you come in 

from the garage

She's not praying

For you before she falls asleep

Breathless, heart pounding

For you to make her knees feel weak

She's not 'round the corner

Or across the aisle when you're on the train

If she's anywhere 

It's where she was going anyway

You're just seeing things
You're just sewing wings
On a flightless bird
Don't count the coins
In wishing wells
While you're hearing things
You never heard 

Jerry w/ the Red Cup

Staring into space

Over the top of the paper

Like an old vet in a cafe 

Waiting for a key word

So he can speak his two cents

For the first time 

To anyone besides the mirror 

Or the steering wheel 

Or the voice mail 

Of a long lost step kid

‘Cause I’m no expert 

But I mask loneliness

And the fear of eternal darkness

And the best of my life 

Might be behind with

With a quick quip I picked up 

From a pundit

Who’s angry for the ratings

But my angry rantings

Won’t bring my friends back

And this generation 

Is to blame

For not remembering

What I can’t forget

While I forget 

Everything

But the hate

That keeps my heart

Beating hard against the walls

Of reason

Remedy

And cholesterol

Knock Knock Box

Strip in the rain soaked cardboard
Tape gone slick
Greening spaces
Air pocket
Mud cement
Carnivorous wheels
Pothole destinations
But you're a real person now
You're a real person now
Still holding packing peanuts
In a dry warehouse
I'll sit alley steps
Remember you could be like me
But you're a real person now
You're a real person now
And you stack so fit
You ship next day
Brown corners sharp
Your mind could cut the air
International
Slip off the ends
Left for stoops

͈˝˜ÅÒÍ/ˆ˜/ˇÓ´/ÍÁ (Signals in the Sky)

The world keeps hurting you accidentally 

And we’ve all let you down

No one knows how to love you like you need

But please don’t shut us out 

We’re stumbling in the dark 

We’re pining for a different kind of high 

We don’t know where we are 

We’re all looking for signals in the sky 

When justice is unkind 

When fairness isn’t fun 

When you’re all alone but you’re not the only one

Heads Up

You gotta get your head up
Even when you don't feel strong
And though I know you're fed up
With your life gone wrong
Seems like you've been set up
From the start just to fail
Still you can keep your head up
And you will prevail

Light Trick

I could be immediate

I could be definitive

I could be the lyrical equivalent to winning it

Incinerating your overcompensating ass with wise cracks

‘Cause you’re half-caf and I’m all that and more on max, lightning fast

Packing fat stacks not of cash but of contacts

It’s who you know and I know me so that ain’t half bad, in fact

I could be the sweet and sour to your chicken shit rich kid hitched kicks

What’s the use in shoes you don’t use who are you fooling with all that dickishness

Afflicting our ears with a plague of vague tricks a mile-wide but barely an inch thick

Which never hit on hits but picks which hits to inflict with your shit

Featured like a reboot of a flick that bills a billion but never gets it

So sick of your witless insistence on stickin’ with only what fits in 

Your back account

Amounting to surround sounds that’ve been around since the millennial countdown

Centennial shout-out, ‘cause I’ve got a hundred reasons to get loud now

Shut you out without a doubt I’d be improving the view

Who are you to say you knew who you would be proving it to

I’m just here doin’ the do while your foolish construing ensues

To ensure black and blues meet the eye of your ear

Just peek this beat, yes see here to see, hear, and fear

Your maker has made your case vacant, you’ve been too complacent

I’ll take it, I’ll shake it, break it, then remake it 

I’ll find the lies then finalize new lives on which I’ll stake it 

We know we ain’t shit 

Just idiots who ideate shit

Still stick to sick spits 

Like a whipped whip 

Ya’ll like this and roll with it 

I could be definitive

I could be immediate