I find myself often dreaming about the future. Keeping it in the front of my mind. Daydreaming; focusing all my attention. Because the present isn't something that I like to live in. I find myself often remembering the past. I tell stories about the good times, how good it used to be. Because it used …
I'm in that state again. You know, that state. I poured out too much of myself. And now I'm just done. Hopefully just for a little while. I decided to play through some old songs. Songs I wrote when I was nineteen. Songs from that time in my life. And it made me think. It's always dangerous to think …
In her persecution she loses herself Forgetting all that made her sanctuary All that kept her pure For something that could never keep her here Desperate for recognition Searching for love in too many places Using and being used until there is nothing left She is dried up A river bed Crying out for its …
Stars, like dreams, are something quite different than they might seem They come out at night, pinholes in the sky They promise to lead us toward the truth Yet constantly distract us with little, white lies Because stars aren’t pinholes They are a million miles away Unreachable Unattainable Flaming balls of fire that we find …
I want to blame it on my tired eyes My racecar excuses that sound just like lies But I am seeing you in a new light Wondering if I'm seeing right It will always be easier to lie to you Because everyone always lies with a smile And really I can't tell you the truth …
