Gifts

The bitterness of Christmas Day and New Years Eve
Is long gone. Long forgotten.
Made you a 25 cent call from a downtown payphone
Just to let you hear my voice
You pounced on the moment like a cougar
You pounced and made me fall harder

I bundled myself up in blood red cloaks and scarves
I watched you make the same choice.
And so we went out into the thick blanket of snow
Hoping that the cold would solidify our molten souls
You offered me your left hand, with your right a cigarette
I accepted both with a smile and a shudder
We got to where we'd been heading and collapsed
In a chilling moment of intimacy and desire

But liberation has never tasted so sweet
Behind the blood red cloaks and scarves
The cold had frozen your heart and soul
And now we only acknowledge each other with a wave
Perhaps a brief conversation
And we both know that eventually
We'll forget the payphone, the cougar
The intimacy, the desire, and the sweet collapse.

Heroes Never Die

I was standing, watching
As life drifted lazily by
As the wannabe James Deans and Marlon Brandos
Marilyn Monroes and Liz Taylors sauntered past
I was the whites of their eyes disappear
As they exhaled what remained of what they once were

I was sitting, listening
To the wind as it whipped my hair into my face
And made me notice how quickly the winter had come
I breathed as sigh of relief in the cafe
When I saw all the wannabe George Clooneys and Brad Pitts
Jessica Albas and Angelina Jolies
Sipping cappucinos like they forever will be

When I left, clutching my cappucino tightly
I saw the person I used to be, across the street
Watching me, wide eyed and inquisitive
Seeing me for as much of a wannabe as any other
Maybe that's why I'm alone again
Because when I was with you I spent so much time
Wearing a mask I had hoped would be semi-permanent
The truth is that nothing really lasts
I've become as unique as every other unique human being.

I Never Want to See You Again

I don't trust you anymore
Cause I gave you everything
And you dropped it on the floor
Everything I bequeathed to you got broken
And you left me on the floor too, heartbroken

That's the only time I'll do anything for you
I'll say farewell and never show you anything again
It'll be years until you see my angry face again
You'll have to live without me, day by day
I'm in your head, I'm your regret
And I will leave you on the floor

I'll kick you down and help you up
Just to kick you down again
And make you rethink your life
And all the decisions you made
Just so you could get laid
You're a sad excuse for a man, wasting a way
I hope you waste away.
Forever.
And a day.

Gypsy Lifestyle

I can't say I'm pleased
With how things have turned out
Working a day job to pay taxes
And never going out
Picking a steady life, over a good one

This is the last decision I make
For my own good
This is the last time I think like an adult
This is the last time I lie about my life
To seem cooler, when I really work 9-5

Feel free to wear that leather jacket and rebel
Against the authority of suburban life
Against the people who organise their garages
And on weekend cheat on their wives
Against the steady loss of individuality
And the spread of prepackaged vacancy
Feel free to rebel against what you can't change

This is the first time I've regretted the gypsy lifestyle
This is the first time I've hated life
This is the first time it's all been dark
And I've thought
"If this doesn't get better I will die"

Nice Place

This would be a nice place
To settle down with a nice girl
And sing songs about the end of the world
Holding hands and drying eyes
And saying last goodbyes

We can never be who we want to be
We can be what everyone tells us to be
We can say that we're unique
But we have know we're fucking not
We're like every other mildly interesting
Mildly upset-with-his-life human there ever was

You know what? You bore me
You're just like all who came before me
And begged for my forgiveness
And said I was their saviour
But I won't save you
No, I'll never save you

You can deny that you want to talk
And say that we're not friends
But I think you're wrong
I think we'll make it to the end
And I'll make you beg for my forgiveness
And trust me, you will beg
I'll have you on your knees
And make you wish that you were dead

A Friend Lost

Life's not about the happy times
LIfe's about when it's all dark
And you think "If this doesn't get better I will die"
About the first time you realised
That you're living in suburbia
That you've realised the American Dream
The first time you realise you've let yourself down
And become everything you hate
Everything you swore you'd never stand for
You want to turn back, but it's too late

You're so desperate for acceptance
You somehow lost yourself along the way
And you're telling everyone that you're okay
And they all smile and look relieved
But inside, they'll grieve (for a friend lost)

But so what? We all get what we deserve
There is no fear in your heart
There's no looking to tomorrow for answers
There's no looking to yesterday for mistakes made
There's only today
Another day in the hell you've made for yourself

We're walking straight into the open arms of sin.