Everyday I wake up,
I don’t know what to do.
Try to think of other things,
but all I think about is you.
Is it true?
Do you need me?
If I told you I need you,
would you believe me?
Cause when I wake up in the morning,
got this feeling in my gut,
like I’m needin’ something more,
but if I need I don’t know what.
Is it you,
that I’m feelin’?
Cause when I close my eyes at night,
my mind is reelin’.
Is it you,
that’s got me wishin’?
Hopin’ fate might come replace,
my superstition.
Is it you,
that’s got me dreamin’?
Cause your bright, green eyes,
have got my heart screamin’.
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Your soft places you hide;
from them I’ve been so deprived.
Will our love be revived?
Cause I’m so unsatisfied.
Sometimes you make me feel high.
Sometimes I’m left high and dry.
Don’t you know that I try?
Don’t you care that I cry?
Lately I’m feelin’ alone,
so I’ve tried to pick up my phone.
Reach out but no one reacts,
when I really wish that you’d call me back.
And I call once for Emily,
twice for Jacqueline,
three times but Holly’s not home.
Phone call for Candice,
leave a message for Meaghan,
but it seems that I’m all on my own.
When I said that you were beautiful,
you turned and walked away;
And now I’m not sure if,
I meant those words today.
Now don’t get me wrong,
you were what I was needing;
But you left me with nothing,
but a broken heart bleeding.
And you’re teasing,
and you’re taunting,
and now you’re haunting my dreams.
And I don’t get much pleasure,
between the tears and the screams.
And I’m teeming with sorrow,
and what tomorrow might bring,
but you left me with the words,
so I’ll stand up and sing.
Pour salt in my wounds,
consume me with doubt,
shout at the ceiling,
only lets me so high,
reeling and raw,
as try to get by.
Wanton and woeful,
wearied undone,
only a thread,
but coming unspun.
Fighting this feeling,
feeling I’ll cry,
tears welling up,
filling my eyes.
Ever and always,
almost, so close,
shame and deceit,
toward my soul now a ghost.
Hosting these problems,
till hate fills my whole.
Furious anger,
now loss of control.
Vengeful this longing,
turned hurtful withdrawal.
Seems loves always leaving,
once I’m finally enthralled.
He looked down the path,
winding and woven,
wishing he’d chosen another way.
Hoping to reach out and grab the day,
maybe just run away, with it, and hide.
Trying, to take it all in stride,
but knowing, he’s falling far behind.
Running, so blindly through these aching times,
but time has stopped least once before.
And maybe once more.
And maybe once more.
Why-y-y-y,
did I feel,
the way I felt today?
Why did I want,
to feel more,
the way I felt before?
Why don’t the words,
seem to say,
the things I think to say?
Why don’t the words,
make me feel,
any better?
Any time,
any place,
it’s the thoughts that I embrace.
All the things I’m handed wind up on the floor.
All before,
all because,
of all those things I never was,
it’s all those things I never will I can’t ignore.
Even tweakin’ on the weekend.
Now I’m slippin’ off the deep end.
I’m a nervous wreck,
neurotic to the core.
Guess I’ll,
keep hummin’,
keepin’ on drummin’
I don’t need nothin’
I don’t need nothin’ more.
I’ve got boxes of words,
and pictures with no frames.
And I’ll admit,
that I been playin games,
with love and only,
because I’m lonely.
Oh I’m so lonesome I could just lay down and cry.
Oh I’m so lonesome I could die.
I’ve got fists full of rage,
and a heart all in a cage.
And my love is drained,
though I try not complain,
about the lonely,
feeling that stones me.
And I feel like life is spinning round,
but my feet just won’t come off the ground.
I’ve got crutches to hold,
and crutches for my pain.
And I’ve lost a soul,
but my crutches still remain,
and I’ve been loathing,
this predisposing.
And I feel like nothing stays the same,
but somehow I never see it change.
It’s been six years I’ve stayed,
in this prison cell I’ve made.
And my trust decayed,
with these loves all torn and frayed.
And I’ve been hoping,
for love not groping,
but I feel like no one even cares to know my name.
And I feel like life’s just one big game.
It’s been troubles I’ve had,
and my bubble’s bursting bad.
But if life so damn sad,
why not waste the time I’ve had,
so I’ve been loathing,
in pre-supposing.
And I just want something I can grab,
but I won’t reach out and take a stab.
It’s not long that I fell off,
in this silly game I’ve played,
cause I’ve held in secrets,
and from lust I cannot stray,
so I’ve been going,
where the wind’s been blowing.
Though I never seem to find a reason to refrain,
so I just keep rolling on in vain.
It’s a beautiful country,
that I call my home.
I know not just one place,
to many I roam.
Don’t reach by phone.
Don’t reach me by letter.
I’ll be out on the road,
gettin to know myself better.
Need no broken records.
Need no whippin posts.
I get no satisfaction,
outta drummin up ghosts.
I don’t need to be yours.
You don’t need to be mine.
I don’t need you to tell me,
it’ll all turn out fine.
I don’t no solutions,
I can stand one my own.
I take no contributions,
so hold back your stones.
You don’t want me to go,
but you complain how I stay,
cause we both seem to know,
I’ll be out on my way.
Alone in my car chasin,
telephone wires.
Lookin up towards the sky,
wishin I could get higher.
So I’m out on the highway,
to the moon I been howlin,
tryin to turn into somethin.
Tryin to stop all this scowlin.
I been down on my luck,
but I’ll get right back up,
on the bike.
I’m sick and tired of,
holding this all inside.
I’m sick of everyone’s thoughts,
holding onto my pride.
So I’ve strived,
to make my face soften.
Though my prayers,
still aren’t answered very often.
Though prayin seems like clockwork,
and clocks well they just don’t have brains,
I’m holdin’ on,
until I, go insane.
Cause brains sometimes seem overrated,
in the this world oh so over-debated,
just statin’ the facts,
hope that I can relax,
hope it’s better, now on.
Dusk has dawned,
and all those worried days are gone.
Though my thoughts have been harsh,
I still remain hopeful,
that a boat-full of luck must be,
headin’ my way.
Alright stop.
Relax.
I don’t mind.
I don’t mind if you waste my time.
I don’t mind I’ve got time to waste,
so what’s the use in saving face.
But what’s the use in wasting time?
Can’t face the time I can’t rewind.
But now it’s time I face the facts,
and face the fact I can’t relax.
And face the fact I can’t relate.
Embrace the facts I can’t get straight.
Look at all this time I waste.
Look at all these days I hate.
It’s not a fact you have to wait.
Embrace the day,
Embrace your fate.
Oh I thought that I was lovin’ you,
And doin’ things that only lovers do.
I thought that I could be so lovable,
but it seems that my love is more combustible.
Hopin’ hurts, but I hope that I can handle,
all these hopes and dreams I have dismantled.
All this talk has got me lookin’ for an answer,
but I weighed with all this witty social banter.
But then you catch me with your cold shoulder of winter,
and got me sittin’ like I’m sittin’ on a splinter.
And though I’ve tried and tried and tried,
to try and take it all in stride,
I always trip o’er myself when I’m with you.
Oh yes I’ve strived and strived and strived,
to try and keep this all in inside,
oh it’s hard to hold what’s in when I’m in two.
Lord, Lord, Lord,
where should I go?
Is it up through the hills there to Portland?
Is it down the coast to Mexico?
Is it up in the air?
Is it down underground?
Is this, place even really on earth to be found?
Cause I’ve, looked all around,
and I, ain’t found a place, to call, home.
So weary I wander,
and lonesome I question,
is heaven really so far,
for this rolling stone?
Cause down here in the valley,
I wish the mountains grew closer,
I wish the fog’d fill my memories,
till over I’d roam.
Until I’m out there on the hilltops,
where the views aren’t so fleeting,
you’ll find my heart beating,
this bleeding-heart poem.
Cause it’s lonely in the nighttime,
when the lights of this city,
shine down with their pity,
and cast light on my woes.
I feel naked under hot lights,
my soul all in the spotlight,
but no one ever sees me,
out of my clothes.
And I don’t get much pleasure,
no I don’t find much pleasin.
Just teasin and tauntin,
now you’ll find I’m a ghost.
And heaven, oh heaven,
oh why do I question?
I’m stressin and guessin,
but I’ll never know.
Still stones I been turnin,
and my gears have been churnin,
and I’m learnin, and I’m yearnin,
and I’m burnin to go.
There is a place,
that is so green,
though it never rains,
or so it seems.
The sun it shines,
there everyday,
the skies are always,
blue not gray,
Oh is this place,
part of my mind,
or are my eyes,
just partly blind?
There is so much,
I cannot see,
their ups and downs,
they’re just like me.
But I still dream,
on cloudy days,
of somewhere else,
the sun has stayed.
It seems the grass is always greener,
on someone else’s lawn.
The sun is that much warmer,
just a little futther on.
It seems like no one else has problems,
and I’m the only one.
The only one with work to do,
when everybody’s done.
This surrealistic tragedy,
that shines on all my woes,
and what makes it hurt most of all,
is no one ever knows.
No one knows my fears,
no one feels my pain,
no one sees my tears,
to them I seem so plain.
Of all those years I’ve lived,
and all those years remain,
you know nothing I’m going through,
but judge me just the same.
I been up to the mountain,
I looked down on the sky,
and I found there’s no reason,
no reason to cry.
I found there’s no reason,
no reason to care.
With all the wind that beens blowin,
you lose your troubles up there.
With all the wind that’s been blowin,
well it blew back my soul.
I came down from the mountain,
but stayed out of that hole.
The tears aren’t so hard to cry,
for all the years I fought to keep them dry.
The years keep on passing by,
and I’m still sitting on the fence.
Oh I’ve lost my sense,
I’ve lost my nerve.
They curved the path,
and I’ve begun to swerve.
And it’s been so absurd,
it’s been so obscene.
There’s been so much to say,
I can’t say what I mean.
The fears I forgot to fight,
for all the years I fought to not lose sight.
It’s clear that I’ve lost despite,
the fact that I’m both right and wrong.
And it’s been all along,
I’ve been all in thought,
and now I’m not so happy,
with the happiness I bought.
And if it’s all for naught,
or if it’s all for nor,
then why should I feel,
any better than before.
I’ve been seeking more.
I’ve been seeking me.
I’m surprised to say I see,
that there is something in between.
And it’s been so obscene,
it’s been so absurd.
There’s been so much to say,
I can’t say what I’ve heard.