If the sun burned down
your pathetic little card house
would you just build it back up
without a second thought
of the skies above?
Start somewhere new
Give yourself something to build on
Give yourself a chance
If the rivers rose
To flood your home
Would you just dry it right out
and never consider
moving to higher ground?
If a land slide buried you
And everything you owned
Would you already have arranged
For your family
To mark your home as your grave?
Your life is a house
you build with what you've learned
To protect you. To keep you safe from the world.
But you're picking up the pieces
from every failed design
And forgetting them deep in The back of your mind.
Your mistakes lay the groundwork
It's up to you to build and improve.
Track Name: October 21st, 1975.
I'm neck deep
in my inability to leave
I'd run away
but I can't seem to see my feet.
I can't breathe
I'm sweating more and more in this heat.
The pull in my chest
has now itself been pulled west
And Portland's just as far away
As Boston used to be.
has ever seemed shelter enough
to keep out the storms
in my head
I've never been brave enough
to run away
and I'm too much of a coward
Track Name: Anchors
We've moved through
These past few years
With anchors on our feet
And the sidewalks have been worn down by the soles of our shoes. Like tires do to the downtown streets
When it rains those ruts fill to the brim and these anchors drag us under,
They drag us up to our necks and still we move.
I shouldn't have to feel fixed here like the trees I climbed
in years I've left so far behind.
With my roots dug deep against my will
My limbs sway in the wind
For a shovel to dig myself out of the ground.
To fall and be free, or decompose
Both are a means of escape
Like wolf in a trap I think I'd rather bite off my leg then die in this place
It's like my life is a glass house
I can see the way out but I'm locked inside and there not a single stone to be found.
Beating my oars against this current, well I might as well be beating a dead horse. Cause I'm getting I'm getting no where I haven't been before.
I can't be the only one.
I guess I'm the only one
So many parts of me are dead now.
That what growing up
Must be about.
So many parts of me died long ago.
Track Name: A Mountain To Replace An Empire
A vein feeds loneliness through
every of inch of me
And it runs deep
under the stone layer I call my skin, right down to
my cracked and dried out finger tips, that I'd be using to reach out but its desert as far as the eye can see
Than a tumbleweed.
But there's not a bone in my body that I'd trade to have you back. Not a bone in my body that I haven't cracked
when my joints start to ache while I dont even notice all the thoughts that used to drive me insane.
My head is a cavern filled with
Nothing but echoes.
Memories that are dead to me.
Those echoes should've
faded with time
They just continue to deafen me
Red eyed and ready to call it a night. I am awake and I will be for a while.
Bracing myself for an onslaught of reasons to leave
No rooftop has ever seemed shelter enough to keep out the storms in my head
And every town that I've seen
Had mazes of streets
Designed to help me to leave.
I've never been brave enough to run away but I'm too much of a coward to stay.
So run away run away run away
There's no reason to be afraid
You'll be doing yourself a favor
I'm scared shitless
The world is daunting
I'm terrified of everything
But I can't take one more minute of
I'm leaving without a note or a trace left behind.
It's not about the people who don't seem to have
a genuine bone beneath their skin
It's about the empires of towering thoughts that collapse and pile up on me
When I think about spending the rest
Of my life standing still feeling myself crumble and break just like them.
A mountain is strong
An avalanche would destroy me
I'll take my chances
I'd rather be buried alive
Than erode and decay
Track Name: Dead Sunflowers
I long to live in a place
Where the days and nights are equally colder
Than the set of flawless
shoulders you gave me
For the duration of the last 3
Where "speaking terms" was a term for the lack of better words
For me spending all my time trying to talk to you.
More like me fighting
tooth and nail
for a shred of truth from you just to fail.
At the time
You wouldn't make a sound
I guess I know now
You were silent
For a reason
We planted those seeds in
way back in December 09
and they grew like vines, hands intertwined,
until strangled with weeds, hollow and dry
we pulled apart
With no water I tried
Reaching for the skies
But without you
it's damn near impossible
I though you wanted to grow together
I thought you wanted us to thrive
Those petals, once perfect
Fell off one by one
Like dead sunflowers
Withered in the sun.
Like the nicest bouquet
I threw myself at your feet.
And there I laid trampled
In the blistering heat.