this town is hole
and i'm at the bottom
i
just
want
out
now
the streets that i own
feel too much like a home
but this home
is not where i
belong

dreaming

i can't tell you where these words come from
i can only tell you where they run
they hide, they duck, they flee
after they make their way from me
i could really use some dreams
or just some sleep to hide the days
that i say too much
or i just say what i don't mean
for years i lived like i was missing
just didn't know it
these day i lie about living
and just don't show it

turn me on my toes, turn up those songs
that turned us on when we were young
there was a reason for our singing
there were more than hidden meanings
when we saw it wasn't working
we started all our screaming
by the time our chords lost their commission
our commission was our dreaming
let's shed some light into the windows
and let the blinds reveal our eyes to what the outside has in mind.