Hideous Towns

stuck in the same room again
no words to spit back out
we've sucked them back
into ourselves

as i scan the room
i see the space
where the record player sat
i used to spin those records
violently

but now i can't stand the sound
of the singing anymore

there's no retreat for us
not a moment of slumber
as we walk into the streets
as the little sunlight we get
in this dreary mountain town
blinds our tear-stained eyes
and drowns out all
the hideous sounds

now when i get home
i just want to go to sleep
i don't want to laugh
or talk so tenderly

i just want to go to sleep

Identity Crisis

i broke my bones today
for a while it felt as if
these hard parts of my insides
held it all together
but they crumbled

i lost my mind today
as if keeping it around
would have held these
frail, and crooked bones together

the earth gave way beneath my feet
every bottle of gin that i have every seen
poured themselves into this hollow pit
and i watched all the people i love
burn to death

and you ask me why i'm so sad...

(In a Sense) You Have Gone Before Us

as much as i try to shut you out
and put you deep into the ground
i wish i knew where you were
i wish i could just find you

you were cool summer nights
in a dirty old town
you were failed camping trips
into the unknown

you were skinned knees and tears
along the gravel road
from our run down childhood home
into the woods

you were high fives and jokes
and complete misconceptions
of the external world
we had yet to see

then at some point
we all woke up
we were all past 25
and you were gone

there was no exit strategy
no going away party
no cake, no ice cream
no swimming in the lake

just this sick feeling in our stomachs
as we looked around our respective empty rooms
wondering what had gone missing
wondering if we would ever see
that innocence ever again