Pocket Vinyl

 

Run

The clothes you saved, almost threw away

Plus the shirts I gave, a blanket you made

When the winter hits, we'll wrap up in it

To elude the wind, and be close within

Stirring up the fire, sitting by my side

To give it a shine, nearly makes us blind

Then that face occurs, it's a subtle blur

When I look at her, in a warm mirror

 

I want this song to be a picture of the two of us

No matter how we change throughout the years it's always accurate

 

All the lights are off, all the power is gone

Reach your hands out long, and you'll find my arm

Dissipate the fear, the sun disappears

It's just us here, dark and clear

The doubt that's born, the faith you mourn

When your heart is torn, by an unknown thorn

I don't understand, may never understand

But I have a hand

 

I want this song to be a picture of the two of us

Regardless of the lyrics the music is always accurate

 

And that face you make, when excitement takes

Over your brain, it's a contagious thing

 

 

Crest

The flowers on your brain still glow

Interpreting all of the jokes as a new window

Moving on from a refuge camp

You have a letter addressed to your family but no quarter for the stamp

 

No one is choosing sides

During a split like this everyone is childish at times

Assuming is unwise

A heart is a heart and they're all casualties risking crimes

 

Because it ended doesn't mean that it failed

What else can I do for you save share an ale?

 

When you hit the crest overlooking the west

Please take my best, and a rest

 

 

 

Optimist

Please call me an optimist, maybe it's a self-illusion

But I find it helpful to have a healthy sense of self-delusion

 

Everyone believes in something

Everyone believes in something good

 

Yes I have been thinking straight

Yes I have been drinking alcohol

“Listening” is not the right word

But I think maybe I've heard a call

 

I agree that justice seems to

Be conflicting against mercy

But I disagree that they could

Never live together peacefully

 

Even though it's been refuted

Proof still seems a little out of reach

Though I would prefer an answer

It still feels like something you can't teach

 

 

 

Cure

Strangely, I feel a real fear of avoiding my demise

Not that I want to go, but something makes me cringe at staying around too long

 

Do we really need a cure for death?

Do I really want a cure for death?

What if I don't get to go to whatever is after this?

 

Can everything I try to be exist on a hard drive for countless centuries?

What about after that? And then after that? And after that?

 

Where do I exist in me? In the brain or the heart or some organ that is here so subtly?

Nothing more than an equation? Just numbers and a sum that say everything?

 

 

Nursery

(instrumental)

 

 

Romanticize

The first chord I played is now there in the past

When I play it again, it leaves us just as fast

 

I still look back, I still look back, I still romanticize

When I was younger, when I was younger,

Before I realized

 

I have friends I don't speak to much anymore

I never thought we'd lose that connection from before

I wanna blame some fight we had, some just causation

But in all likelihood, it's just our new location

 

I still look back, I still look back, I still romanticize

When I was younger, when I was younger,

Before I realized

I still look back, I still look back, I still romanticize

When I was younger, when I was younger,

And had rose-colored eyes

 

I feel angry when trees continue to grow

After death comes by to take someone I know

The first thought I had when Tyler Berntsen passed

If how 18 years goes too slow and too fast

 

I still look back, I still look back, I still romanticize

When I was younger, when I was younger,

Before I realized

I still look back, I still look back, I still look back a lot

At all the times and all the friends who made me what I'm not

 

 

 

Set

You asked me why I haven't left you yet

The way I see you is quite different

Though I say I follow many things

Look what I've done, my beliefs are my actions

 

My hardened heart, I grow it often myself

My tired parts, I grow them often myself

 

I hear a noise, some ethereal, absent voice

I don't know who it belongs to

You understand, but nothing penetrates

The barriers of your emotional state

 

My scattered heart, I grow it often myself

My shaking parts, I grow them often myself

 

You asked me why I haven't left you yet

Don't you see? We are a set

 

My blooming heart, I grow it often myself

My gracious parts, I grow them often myself

 

 

 

Sink

I saw the inside, I saw it get made

Water into wine, lightning into shade

Kneeling on the floor, elbows on the bed

Trying to connect, hoping to get fed

 

I'm alone but never by myself

I'm with God when it's with someone else

I still pray but I can never tell, if it works

 

Religion that you found, a deity so cruel

The god you speak about, I don't believe in him too

You're fighting so long you forgot, the meaning of why you first fired

The length of the war doesn't mean, you can't still surrender

You can still surrender

 

I'm alone but never by myself

I'm with God when it's with someone else

I still pray but I can never tell, if it works

I'm alone but never by myself

I'm with God when it's with someone else

I still pray but it's a private hell not hearing back

 

 

 

Tomorrow

Goodbye, your world might not be here tomorrow

 

I can see the allure of when death looks like a door

And the best choice seems to walk through it's frame

Selfishness has nothing to do with it when you're sick

 

Goodbye, your world might not be here tomorrow

 

Did Robin Williams decide that he didn't like his life?

But that's weird I'm told money and fame make it great

On the dim bright side, perhaps his death will provide

A conversation that keeps others from his fate

And we can breed the help that they need

 

Goodbye, your world might not be here tomorrow