I hope and I pray and I wait for the day
I wake up in this house
Our house, to your face
Because this life is half lived
Every day I don't give
You every piece of my heart
And science and art
Can't begin to start
To extol on the whole that you make of my parts

 
Hi, I'm me, you're you, we're we.
Together pool our vision and perhaps the future see.
Lucid language translation, life's landscape’s empty pavement.
Brought the giant to it's knees, all it took was saying please.
Only repercussions tense depress the button's function hence.
Effects of forlorn figureheads strapping me with lead.
Couldn't thaw the inner ice, asked you to shine your light instead.
Watch you illuminate the room and ruminate on how we grew.

 
I'd like the word WE to be in our vocabulary.
Floating freely through conversations rivers and tributaries.
And it might seem scary, so you fight it fairly.
This isn't new territory fanning the old flame.
But the light hasn't extinguished since ignited,
only waned and brightened.
Occasionally had to hide it
so it wouldn't flash in front of your eyelids
and you couldn't see the pain I was in.
And since I deserved it, the pennance I served it.
Lamented my sins just within.
But I've done my time and this passionate mind,
seeks freedom to stretch and to love.
So take my hand, we'll travel this land
and the levels of heaven above.

 
So quote your favorite song
I'll play along
Finding you I intuit through the music
This games name is do I care enough to do it
It comes naturally, casually
To disect the anatomy
Of the words that you hand to me
I handily hand pick what you're thinking
Let it ripen on the vine
to grow fondness with time
And show you I never walked away
But the things that I say in the heat of the fray
Convince you that simple's not me

 
And while the fog might clear, the verdict looms near,
plus the sunlight is not here to stay.
But your bright inspiration might change my location
and the thoughts that I have when I lay.
The hopes I cling, even though I can't sing,
you still care what I have to say.
So not out of habit, but of forces of magic;
might I once again see the day.

 
It's like i got a broken halo
And my horns are on back order
and i been eating green potatoes
and corn with a plaquey odor
I'm stacking shoulders and blades
in an attampt at getting paid
and you can color me jade
but i bet my bed will be a coffin on the day its finally made
It's my lifestyle to go the extra mile
but not to take the first step
So you can trace the trail of tears
right back to where i sat and wept

 
For one day in my life,
Everything felt right.
All the pieces placed,
intertwined and laced tight.
But as time stretched the fabric,
The carpet lost all it's magic.
Now my silver spoon is made of plastic
And it won't take flight.
Falling's always the hazard
When you reach new heights.
After all things that go up
Are headed right down.
So no matter where I show up,
You'll still be my home town.

 
Changed for the better
Changed for the worse
Who'll be there to change the tires when they slash 'em on my hearse
Lead me to heaven
Or leave me cursed
In line for hand basket rides, you'll probably find me first
Do what feels good
Twice if it hurts
And that might not be your modus op, but hey, whatever works
Heartbroken hustler
Pedigreed perp
Spend my time trying to find a way to get life out her skirt.