I Am The Wreckingball
I am not mortar, I am mortal,A force of destructionabout as cordial as a wreckingball.A kiss like breaking brick,that sickening feeling in your stomach.Came seeking shelter and founda splintered white
Trouble.
The snow came fastAfter all these lies and tired skiesShe sent poetry and iceand all the whileit blocks the roadsand drives me crazy. not fast enoughslip and skid and sit and
Slight Departure.
I know I should not leavesomething’s caught me by the collarbut oh what a kiss could meanit’s departure with a promise My fellow passengers are discontentthe FAA has much to
rearview.
I picked up a new rear view todayto help put this behind meand now I watch things fall awayand vanish to a point the sun settles round like a halo
Protest Song.
Because sometimes a protester’s worst enemy is their own lack of substance – and because my generation never really got a slogan they could believe in. I’m so sorryI hear
Oklahoma Revival (1933).
Been five years since I saidfor better or for worse,and two years since the fields have bornanything but dirt.How can love stay greenwhen the fields won’t do the same?We were
No Blue Left.
There is no blue left in your eyesThe space between us shrank like your irisesWhen I was once miraculousHeld so high, I was afraidAll the sharp things …And I lost
Love a Girl Gone.
You fell for a girl fell for wanderlust first.Devil in the spirit that’s blessing and curse.Makes the holding sweeter, makes it hard to hold on,But can you love a girl
LooseN.
I think we proved itmy guitar sounds better in the darklike our faces, all floatingsouls protected I think we think better in the dark. all narcotic all soakingI’m spoiled by
Hands.
These are my handsI have scarred themall on my own.and I I have seen them fighting battlesout on their own I try to mind them I am firm but kindthey
