I've been running in place,
for a week today,
I barely recognize my face,
All my fingers slip away.

I cant hold anything in my hands now,
I'm too drunk to stand up straight.

Now every time,
You slip deep into my mind,
You always hide,
Cause you don't want me to find.

What i think of you and that is just fine,
But I 'll let it see the sunlight.

And the sun is so bright.

It keeps me up nights, knowing I'm right.

No Grip

I never wrote the words down for this one, I'll do it some other time.

Cool cover picture is by my friend Chantee, she's rad.

Why Me?

I'm so tired,
Been walking through a haze,
My fire is dwindling today,
I see this soley for what is is,
Something that i can hardly understand.

I am stuck,
in the same repetitive movement,
The same script every night.
Where i try to work everything out,
and end up passed out on the couch,
and i wake up too early.

It's hard to believe,
that being sad's this cheap,
keep trying to stitch happy,
but my thread is so weak,
i wonder when,
my grasp and footing click,
if something will be solid,
and ill have time for a deep breath.

Dreams such a ruse,
make me feel better than i do,
then i will just break up,
because it never is enough, enough.

It's hard to believe,
that being sad's this cheap,
keep trying to stitch happy,
but my thread is so weak,
i wonder when,
my grasp and footing click,
if something will be solid,
and ill have time for a deep breath.

Cool cover picture is by my friend Chantee, she's rad.

Deep Breath

Underneath a cloudy sky,
You're on my mind,
China heroin white,
I'll be tonight,
If i keep envisioning the things that scare me,
Sweating and shaking on the beach.

I'm a west coast ghost,
I sleep inside of sandcastles,
And i move like the ocean,
A west coast ghost,
Come down you like crashing waves,
and wash you away.

It's always 70 degrees,
and i still feel cold,
Aint got somebody around me,
that i can hold,
So i'll sleep on it and wake up paranoid,
Cause someone fucked up my good dream.

I'm a west coast ghost,
I sleep inside of sandcastles,
And i move like the ocean,
A west coast ghost,
Come down you like crashing waves,
and wash you away.

I'll fade away,
But i'd like you to  take my hand,
We could melt under the sun,
And start again.

I'm a west coast ghost,
I sleep inside of sandcastles,
And i move like the ocean,
A west coast ghost,
Come down you like crashing waves,
and wash you away.

WEST COAST GHOST

Keep me out of your head,
These daydreams are a dangerous place,
for a person like me,
and i keep tripping over the holes you dug,
to guard your memories,
from me.

A few more lines and im fucking rambling,
You probably think it's cocaine,
With every mishap causing commotion,
Throw me under the bus with the promises,
you cant keep,
for me,

It's just i walk the line,
cause i cant feel where my body resides,
and you think its fine,
say "get over it, and get back inside".

Asleep inside of my bed,
I'm breaking,
Couldn't tuck me in right,
I'm creeping,
Into nightmares i cant even escape from,
waking up feels like the same god damn thing,
to me.

It's just i walk the line,
cause i cant feel where my body resides,
and you think its fine,
say "get over it, and get back inside".

Head Trip

I got you trapped up in my soul,
And i just dont wanna let go,
Everythings spinning in circles.

Okay I'm freaking out again,
Everythings getting prevalent,
How am i supposed to forget?

I caught you sneaking out the window,
Putting my knife to your rope,
This whole plan's already blown,
Heading fast for a fall.

Another day I'm burning up,
This bodys never got enough,
I swore that i was much more tough.

A constant pain in my head,
Swallowing fiery liquid,
I think I'm gonna wind up dead.

I caught you sneaking out the window,
Putting my knife to your rope,
This whole plan's already blown,
Heading fast for a fall.

Bolt

A cigarette rests on my lips,
The smoke is clouding anything that would help me through this,
I've been so sick,
24oz,
Goes on and on a fountain that is never ending.
and I'm a bottomless pit.

And I'm dead impressed tonight,
and stitched into the intricacies of my mind,
I'll get it right,
I'd even try,
If you'd lay down your anxieties for some time.

Enough to find,
This source of why,
I cant move so far,
I'm retching in the front seat,
Cause it aint right,
I feel the breeze,
And it's the only thing right now consoling me.

Here's to hoping i hold up until i get home.

And I'm dead impressed tonight,
and stitched into the intricacies of my mind,
I'll get it right,
I'd even try,
If you'd lay down your anxieties for some time.

I feel out of tune,
I think out of key,
Sometimes it's just gibberish to me,
Billions of stars and i still cant see,
How can i navigate,
This ground if my feet are asleep,
And my eyes are prejudice to things they can see,
Maybe i just need some sleep.

Well I'm dead impressed tonight,
and stitched into the intricacies  of my mind,
I'll get it right,
I'd even try,
If you'd lay down your anxieties for some time.

Dead Impressed

A collection of music, noises, yelps and words that mostly rhyme compiled into a single entity that you can listen to. 
These things pop up sporadically and unpredictably but soon will evolve into a thing called an album.

xx

Five By Five