The Pink Noise

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Garden

I’ll cry in the corner of your garden

and if I want to darlin’, I will

nobody can tell me which rock I can lay my thoughts

about

it’s covered in my blood, my baby

at which I thought perhaps, maybe

but I know that you can’t save me

you’re too clean to cleanse me

April showers drown me out of your puddles

and if I have to breathe, I’ll surely have to wait

the sun will save me so many times that I can’t keep my knees from

telling lies of an empty slate

it’s covered in my blood, my baby

at which I thought perhaps, maybe

but I know that you can’t save me

you’re too clean to cleanse me

I can’t see you in the corner

I know you won’t be coming around here anymore,

I know

Our Names

news headlines blind me while your

head is cutting off the channels

circles under my eyes

our bodies wrapped in disguises

smokey living room addiction

limp legs and speculation

careful, you’re coming down

hold on tight to the sound

of all of our friends, making jokes

pointing fingers and pouring cokes

and singing songs with our names in the chorus

songs with our names in the chorus

I can’t stop falling up the stairs

thank god there’s no one to care

see what you’ve done to me now

I’m losing my way through the house

if only there was something left

a thought that I alone have kept

liquor is leaking throughout

I’m sorry if I’ve started to shout

all our friends are making jokes

pointing fingers and snorting coke

and singing songs with our names in the chorus

songs with our names

Peter

in the city I tried to make myself feel big

but when I went outside I just went right back in

nobody knows how to cope with everyone else

everybody’s worried about how to save themselves

Peter

your brown eyes aren’t boring

oh, Peter

I’ll always be your ghost

oh, Peter

nothing seems to keep me away from my bitter end

you can try to catch me from falling again and again

even if I tell you that I’m okay, I know you won’t be that far away

but nothing stops what’s meant to be

nothing stops me, nothing stops me

Peter

your brown eyes aren’t boring

oh, Peter

I’ll always be your ghost

oh, Peter

Holdin’ To Your Breath

I had a dream that you took my love away

you were dying on the phone like a high school play

he confessed his love to me through symbols and text

but to me he’s still my prepubescent ex

and dreams don’t tell you darling

that you’re still dreaming away

anything that you’re feeling

gets erased anyway

and in the morning

you’re hungover with regret

still shaking from the set

still holdin’ to your breath

I catch myself starting up a sweat

gripping tighter to your skin, wishing we had never met

you walk right in my mouth with a comfort undenied

picking up the shrapnel with a sense of pride

and dreams don’t tell you darling

that you’re still dreaming away

anything that you’re feeling

gets erased anyway

and in the morning

you’re hungover with regret

still shaking from the set

still holdin’ to your breath

I had a dream that you took my love away

you were dying on the phone like a high school play

he confessed his love to me through symbols and text

but to me you’re still my prepubescent ex

Blue

we sit around dodging bullets, wasting your mother’s time

keeping life old secrets under beds as they drip slime

and nobody will ever notice that they were never there

creeping into your consciousness with a jolt in your empty stare

and will you ask me out against the fireplace in light?

no one else around us will know anything about tonight

will this be one of those times

you talk about in a year or two?

laughing with your friends explaining,

“What was I to do?”

and will you ask me out against the fireplace in light?

no one else around us will know anything about tonight

S.A.D

she called it an illness

said it was sad to see me go

losing sunshine from the on-ramp

to a worn out pillow

and I like to remember

how a morning felt in the snow

unobtainable thoughts are fresh air through my window

and I kicked all the puddles,

and mud hit my shoes

I stood there wet and not knowing what to do

then a rat then went home to something better than I

had ever known

ooh, ahh

he said I won’t help you

you’ve already shot me dead

too tight for the fixtures

but just open enough for led

and I like to remember

how a morning felt in the snow

unobtainable thoughts are fresh air through my window

and I kicked all the puddles,

and mud hit my shoes

I stood there wet and not knowing what to do

then a rat then went home to something better than I

had ever known

ooh, ahh

Paleontologist

memories die out

I’m a paleontologist

I’m digging up bones

this one is hollow

she was eaten and swallowed

all alone

she was tough and she chased you

she laughed and embraced you

but the sky would keep her down

we’re all gonna waste here

it’s my biggest fear

when it’s so loud you can’t hear a sound

I don’t want to explode now

I was brought here somehow

by true love

I could tear you apart now

I need to eat somehow

before they eat me up above

so don’t forget me

when you’re brushing off my better parts

we tried our best there

I had to keep myself from falling apart

I’m a tyrannosaurus something won’t you

carry me home tonight

Here With Me

I walked to the bottom of the hill trying to figure you out

I shook my head til my brain filled up with doubt

all I see

is you here with me

now I need to get my things before I start to unwind

I won’t be able to drive if I’m losing my mind

all I see

is you here with me

I thought that you might’ve liked the time we met

but I’ve heard other things like endless thoughts of regret

I just want you to know I’ve been classified and I have things to put me in place

but maybe if I get happy then I’ll be set straight

all I see

is you here with me

Anything But Love

miracles are left uncharted

as we’re watching The Departed

falling from a push that came to shove

bitter babies keep the cord but

I’m the one that you adore

you wanna call it anything but love

watch with both eyes wide

I’ll defend you anytime

even if you’ve crossed the line

all my friends they hate me anyway

Christmas with the candle lit and

all the lips that I have bit

you now say you should’ve made me stay

watch with both eyes wide

I think it’s so messed up

but I can’t deny

I really try

I think it’s so messed up

but I can’t deny

I really try

countdown to the millenium

our self worth in one lump sum

I would cry with laughter if I could

leave me by your champagne glass

I never knew you could talk so fast

but you never do what you should

watch with both eyes wide

I think it’s so messed up

But I can’t deny

I really try

Everybody Wants To Die

well if everybody wants to die

then I’ll see you in your dreams but

I don’t want to live the life

of the boy who would only scream

I’ve been sinking to the bottom, scraping skin right off the barrel

breaking bottles near your doorstep all alone

it’s a constant cloud of chaos

no man could ever save us

and we’re the ones we pick up after tears over the phone

and if everybody wants to die

then I’ll see you in your dreams but

I don’t want to live the life

of the boy who would only scream

but I don’t want to live your life, I don’t want to live your life

I see the signs

flashing lights, blinking eyes

cry, tears so bright

matching stars in the night

sister Mary, pure and kind

reaching out to hands so blind

heaven’s kind of cute as she laughs

and if everybody wants to die

then I’ll see you in your dreams but

I don’t want to live the life

of the boy who would only scream

but I don’t want to live your life, I don’t want to live your life

The Pink Noise

sinking slowly down to the sand

breathing bubbles in my hand

I can’t feel anything at all

my limbs are like a sticky tack

pull me right off of your back

I need to learn how to crawl

we’re sitting round to hear those words

that we are nothing like our slurs

that everything is beautiful

I filled my pockets up with stones

at least they make me feel less alone

all I want is the sky

bed and breakfast with some bread

always seems to clear my head

the pink noise is a lie

we’re sitting round to hear those words

that we are nothing like our slurs

that everything is beautiful