flat tire

Feel my head spin out with no one to recover
Over correct and its all a blur
Can't feel My face- can't move my toes
Stuck in a hold, the light starts to close

A Life Made Up in My Head Pt. 2

Mr. Roberts sits on the corner of Division St. and Atwood Ave.  Just 2 blocks down from the appointed place.  At the appointed time- I see the lights flash on- then off.  Then on again.
Mr. Roberts stays in one place- not moving to see what happens, not going when things get sad.
Wait.
Every breath, inhale. exhale....
Dine.  Do what you have to do to pass some time.  I've been looking at this place for so long in my mind that it is a part of my reality.  What is real to you, may not be real to me.  Relativity.
People go in and out of the country selling their things, someone holds worth, someone finds beauty in the old things you found when you were cleaning the attic one day.  Faces smile in anticipation, some smile with satisfaction, knowing that the money in their hand will get them in- to this place.  The place one block from Division, Corscot will bring you closer to your destination.
Standing- I can't believe my eyes.  I sit down, knowing that this is what is real, and all other impressions and ideas were fiction.  Imagination runs desperate to create something out of nothing but your words. 
Half in the now, half in the past- I stand up and take your advice.  Go see the show, See the lights, it's a wonderful old place, and the feeling is magical. 
One please.
I enter- Where you entered, I sit where you sat, I close my eyes and paint pictures of the things we would have seen, in the life I would have had, if I'd only chose to stay trapped in an imaginary love with a girl that loves her cat, and earl grey.

The Sound

There’s something about the way that you speak to me

I hear the care in the sound

When hurt is all you’ve known, trusting comes slow- but in you, trust I’ve found

I can’t make it on my own, I need your strength- I’m frail, I’m incomplete

Desperate for the grace you give- I cry out

   

When I wander off, you guide me back- like only a Father could  

There’s something about the way that you make me feel, calm and reassured         

I’m desperate for the grace you give, hear me now.  This is my request.

I’m desperate for the grace you give- I cry out

I need you to rescue me, I need you to rescue me

I don’t want control, I just want to know- there’s someone out there that loves me

Unconditionally.

Cold As You

You have a way of coming easily to me
And when you take, you take the very best of me
So I start a fight cause I need to feel something
And you do what you want cause I'm not what you wanted Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day
Just walk away, no use defending words that you will never say
And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through
I've never been anywhere cold as you.
You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray
And I stood there loving you and wished them all away
And you come away with a great little story
Of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you
Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day
Just walk away, no use defending words that you will never say
And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through
I've never been anywhere cold as you.You never did give a damn thing honey but I cried, cried for you
And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you
(Died for you)
Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day
Every smile you fake is so condescending
Counting all the scars you made
And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through
I've never been anywhere cold as you

-TS