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Chasing Amy
01:57
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Forgive me if my fingers slip. I’m not watching what I’m playing. Instead I’m staring out beyond the empty faces, wondering what your eyes are saying. I catch your gaze and the notes are all wrong; when I look at you all I can hear are words to all my favorite Beatles songs. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I know something unbelievable happened here tonight. As the feedback makes an ugly sound, I’m released from your spell, and you’re nowhere to be found. There’s a ghost in all the places you have been. And I whisper a promise to myself—
“I’ll be seeing you again.”
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Hang a sign around my neck
That lists all of my failures to date
I promise I will leave a blank spot
That will surely be your name
Adding more furniture won't
Make this any more of a home
Is this where you live?
No, this is just a room
Enter through the double doors
Sign my name on the line
A healthy dose of anxiety and
A visitor's pass into your life
I'm well aware that I won't
Be here next year
After all
I'm only visiting
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Pillow Talk
01:55
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Go ahead and lie to me if you want. I don't mind. Pretending is more your style anyway. So tell me that you love me, and I'll believe you even if I know it isn't true. I am not as stupid as I look or as I sound. I've put two and two together. I've got you figured out. I just don't want to admit it. I guess we're both liars now. I can see your mind stirring in your sleep, eyes like a metronome keeping track of every beat. So please, slow the tempo down so tonight can last. We both know our time has past.
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I may be an asshole, but unlike you, I'm not full of shit. Though lately it feels like I haven't been full of anything. This emptiness is killing me. It's true that photographs last longer--especially the ones you don't want to see. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger unless you were already weak like me. I wish I didn't hate your guts. I wish I didn't feel anything for you. I wish I'd never met you because when your dad left your mom, he left you, too. That's where you learned how to love. I'm sorry, but that's not how it works.
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July
01:40
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I turn on the light, and I'm in the living room. It isn't quite a mess yet, but it will be soon. Nobody says it, but everyone knows. We'll still act surprised and yell when everything goes wrong.
The walls in here are like our lives: paper thin and the dullest shade of white. Let's make it colorful the only way we know how. We're best friends forever, or at least for right now.
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August
02:20
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I’m waking up in early afternoon.The day is sunny and bright. I imagine the air outside to be warm, but I’ve got no intention of finding out for sure. I’ve got memories of better days in my head. I’ve got 3 best friends across the hall, behind the door. I’m gonna wait till they leave before I get out of bed because I can’t expect them to care anymore.
I’ve got a strong urge to buy my own love, but I’ve got no money, and I’m shit out of luck. So now I’m hurting myself just to feel something else and not think about what I’ve become.
Daylight lasts for another hour or two, and there’s not much left to eat. The rooms are lined with music and photographs and swords and pictures from sitcoms that don’t come on anymore. But then someone comes home and turns on the light. I can’t believe I’ve been sitting in the dark this whole time.
It’s the sleeping man, ironically named because he can’t find the right time to doze. He stays up until the sun starts to dawn and dreams of running away so he sleeps with his shoes on.
And we’re hurting ourselves just to feel something else and not think about what we’ve become.
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Zoo
02:53
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I look at you with
These animal eyes
You’re making me wish I were dead
You twist my every word
Into things
I wish I’d actually said
You alone have
The power to kill me
Now tell me I don’t understand love
You’ve got a firm grip
On my vital organs
But there’s more to human than opposable thumbs
We dance behind the glass
Because we’re animals at heart
You may not have noticed;
You lack the crucial part
And I won’t claim to know
Why we do the things we do
But I’ll tell you what I know:
All the world’s a zoo.
Genetic drift and
Natural selection
Will ensure we’re not all the same
And when I disappear
You’ll shout out, “Oh Billy!”
And I’ll tell you again that isn’t my name
We embrace each other
And I say my lines
Both devoid of emotion
For right now I’m
Your one and only
So it’s easy to coast through the motions
But you won’t
Love me in the morning and
That’s all right with me
We can’t all be our grandfathers
Who read their wives sweet poetry
But someday you’ll remember
This odd gift I’ve given you
And you will thank your God
That all the world’s a zoo.
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