New song. The trees are empty. My love is tired. It's strange here.
24 days to chimney company
Lonely I will be red and green
Family they can leave
Wandering around
Followed by smoke
And stifling chokes
Now that she sits alone
Don't get me wrong
I love company
See this comes and it goes
But 24 days to striking escape
Daysleep until then dear
For company will complain
By preemptive breathing
Distance goes wrong
New song. Make what you will of it.
Got off cheap
Because of the company I keep
As temptation heightens
I distance myself from green
And now the water holds her neck
Recycles her lips many times
What's she about?
I should not keep the rain that kisses her
Fingertips showered with cool mist
Now sea sick
Thoughts diffused with fear
No one touch me!
Played with the syntax of the English language a bit. Doctored feelings. I'm constantly checking my inbox for you.
The monkey bars are making kids cryLast line pays tribute to awesome song by Simon and Garfunkel.
Can someone tell me whats the harm
Of a broken window sill
Now the light shines so bright
Bridging particles in the sun
The kids run through the night
And no one can tell us why
We move out the light
And the trees hold the stance
Twigs and broken hearts
Trampling all of my plans
She says no sir
And that's how we part
For I think words that I can't
In the moonlight
They seem magical
But no matter, I can run
Somewhere they can't find me
orchestrate the kids and their chocolate
trampling their words and the rockets
playing with boys and their lockets
drop a couple coins in the socket
and watch the sparks come up like the flames
love is made of liquor and lemonade
"boy, go find yourself some flaming red hair and pumps." cause it's for you. don't worry you don't need to write all this down.
The times I smiled were all wrong I look back now with the sins gone But I’ll pick up some along the way I found the needle without the hay The sun calls in sick for the day While the boy cries alone by the phone This sadness lasts way too long And unfortunately, apathy wants its bone
fondly, the bottle cap composer (april johnson)
Boys they talk but kid don’t speak
Thinking twice is the funeral
Where everyone reports too
She’s out of the new
Sublime, before she spoke
In and out of that bloke
Smoking on your own
This body’s run afoul
Hails her way back to the town
While we hang around
Diamonds and bees
Impeccable lost dreams
Pocket cash and time
Not enough for the lesson to learn
Smoking to no return
The dog to the bone
Harlequin boys hang up the phone
She speaks it screams to me, sir
Lovely blue sails
The wagging dog’s tales
She sleeps alone
Tonight she’s on her own
Sitting here, love’s far way
I’m tired of yesterday
Well I have drunk all of your wine
Now I’m standing on your time
No need to wash up a crime
Love’s falling fast asleep
Shame, it can’t stay on its feet
Mary’s always been alone
The axiom of sticks and stones
Falls down by my side
With the sun shining down the night
Falsehood on its side
Is such a tasteless sight
Mary runs for the hills
Smiles at a standstill
The kids come running
Locked in warning, not out of fear
I don’t want her back she can stay dear
The world came, time’s spent
I’m leaving you out of common sense
A wise man once said "I don't want to wake up. I don't want to move.", I wonder does the quick brown fox ever feel this way when someone searches a font. Who knows? This song I wrote has nothing to do with anything. Enjoy!
The good times have come to pass
Love goes much too fast
The quick brown fox moves his head pass the past
I run with the most of them
When Franklin comes to sleep at night
We’ll kick him out
The love of me left as loose
Turning on time
Living out on that line
She rings
The love you sent
It burst into flames
Came knocking on your door
Lay on that seismic floor
What will you do?
Where no one ever shows
But we all seem to know
