Funtimes

Funtimes

Time not so long ago, you hear?

Talking minutes now - not days, not years

When the bond… well, it didn’t seem so futile

The distance to walk… well, it didn’t seem so brutal

But the only proof there is left right now are my tears

And the headshrinker blames it all on my fears

Barricade constructed as best as it could be

I thought: Decent cement, bricks strong like they should be

We understood didn’t we? Though the walk stretches further

And even though you are what I’d call a good learner

Your eyes, while open, won’t ever see

And the only thing left in this mess is me

If That Beast Is You

If That Beast Is You

A piece of a roll

Stuck in my throat

Thought that was the end

Thought I’d not see you again

Elementary, I suppose

Take a share of my clothes

Maybe see you later

There’s a few decent shirts

No leftover skirts

They been repossessed

Things best left unleft

In the slide of a downslope

We do clown around so

And go give a fuck to a hater

If that beast is you though

I feel you, I do bro

And if you don’t know your worth

And if you’re yearning for earth

Put your head on my shoulder

Because we’re both fucking soldiers

And we’ll sit here together ‘til it’s safer