dont do me like that

if you are going to leave
the way you came
then i need to know
because if i dont
and you do
you'll drag my guts out behind you
as you walk away

i will become

i will become a statue
of a broken man
of a boy split down the middle
of pride destroyed
by the dream of strength

i will become a statue
and watch over a harbor
and the sharp seas
will lay against my bronze cheek

as the children play i study my hands
in the bright sun
and see nothing
but meat and bone
and so much undone
for fear of mediocrity

sometimes its all wrong
its all a waste
all the endings are bad
everything is sad
and i
just
go on
knowing
there's a trainwreck coming

i shouldn't have bought another guitar.

i want to leave this town

now that i've sucked the corpse of love dry
and proven to the world
of ten people
that nothing is going to happen
and that the trying is over

i want to leave this town
and slip between the cracks
and be devoured by
the wretched mutants
of the underground

and maybe
just maybe
one old bum
will cry
while i sing

no one cares

no one cares about us
though they might watch us dance
in a diner
in a movie
by the side of a western road

i dont care bout anything
anymore
and im turning off my phone
and im going to sing right out of key
and make you love me more
even though i know
we're dust anyway

so when i look in to the future
and i see the crush of time
caving me in
i think i might just
jump ship
cause this road looks like
I40 in the summer

no one cares about us
but they might watch us crumble
and die at their feet
and an eye will twitch
and shoulder itch
and maybe its time
to put that cigarette out
as a fly lands on your eyelash

you are a liar

some are careful
about their ugliness
they bury it, wrapped in sugar
deep down
inside their boiling selves
stomping it.
denying that it is real
smiling to the world huge
and trying to walk through the world
as if they are not here and leave no mark
and all that they have ever done
is love everyone and everything.
but the memory
of the mean things that you have done
because you hate so well
will stay
and haunt you
and never be undone
and every time i am reminded of you
i am reminded of unwarranted hatred and lies.
and i feel good
because i know
that you remember too.
some small justice.
because i know that as long as you live
you will hate.
because you hate so well
you really do.