I have not been sleeping
Oh, I have not been dreaming
Dreaming

Took another drink from the fountain
My head hurt the next morning
Took another drink from the fountain
I've been writing songs

Took another drink from the fountain
My head hurt the next morning
Took another drink from the fountain
I've been writing songs

I can't sleep
I can't sleep

I am sleepy, drinking
No I have not been thinking
Thinking, thinking

Took another drink from the mountain
My head hurt the next morning
Took another drink from the fountain
I've been writing songs

Took another drink from the mountain
My head hurt the next morning
Took another drink from the fountain
I've been smoking cloves

Etched In Autumn's Granite (Album Version)

This was going to be a song.
It's not anymore.
I have abandoned it.
Just like I've abandoned you.

Put Your Cards On The Table

May Our Paths Never Cross Again

Cette chanson est pour Miriam
Je ne connais pas les mots

Hej sötnos, I miss you
Hej sötnos, this window thinks of you

Hej sötnos, hej sötnos
Я знаю ничто, я знаю ничто
Я не знаю слов, я не знаю слов
Hej sötnos, hej sötnos

Hej Sötnos

I never thought that I'd
I'd see my good friends die
I'd see my lover die

I never thought that I'd
I'd see the track marks tight
Against my broken mind

I never knew that I
I'd wake up way too tired
I'd ever feel this tired

Nobody told me that I wouldn't stay intact
Nobody stopped my flight, I cannot sleep at night
Nobody talked about the way my mood went south
Nobody stopped me when I cut my arms in ten

I cut my arms in ten
I cannot sleep at night

Which Comes From Tar And Glass

Give me a reason to live
I'll take anything
Give me a reason to laugh
I'll take anything
Give me a reason to love
I'll take anything
Give me a reason to love
I'll take anything
I'll take anything

Why Can't I

Get out of my veins
Get out of my heart
Get out of my head
Get out of my bed

Because I'm Just A Piece Of Shit Junkie

Time's passing slow
I'm feeling so bored
And everything's low
And everything's low
And everything's cold
This bed feels so dull

If at home means with you
Then I think I'm through
If home feels like bed with you
Oh please don't be true

Oh please don't be true
Oh please don't be true

Everyone can go away
If you couldn't stay

Just Go Away

Glorious rush, and then I'm back down
Glorious rush, and then I'm back down

I'll fill the space between
The fingerpaints and bed
With cigarettes and heroin
The things that made us dead

I'll fill the space between
Your bed and mine
With pills and boozy drinks
And temporary things

To fill the void you leave
To fill the void you leave
To fill the void you leave
To fill the void you leave

In Space

The books are in the house
The stamp bags are not

The Books Are In The House

I'll Fall Into Whatever Ocean I Feel Like (Mar 2014)

Taste the wood floor
Black tar, have some more
Car rides, nice lights
Telescopes into my eyes

I wasn't high when I wrote this

Haiku nonsense
Floats in this incense
Taste this sleepy flower
Eat this, sleep for hours
Fingers blue, dreaming blue
I'm sick, I've got the flu
Blurry nights, blurry mornings
Out of blue, I've got the flu

I can feel my breathing slowing
I can see the outdoors snowing
I can see your insides glowing
I can feel my insides slowing
I can see the words you're throwing
I can hurt my feelings knowing
I can see your insides glowing
I can feel my insides slowing

Flowers And Balloons (A Song For Heroin)

With everything said and everything warm
The end of this book makes me feel cold
And absence pours salt onto the wound
I knew you would, death came and took
With opioid flow and solitude hell
Took everything that, that you might sell
Words you might tell, don't leave us now
Come find home with us here

We'll find ourselves beds in the wreckage
Of boats or inside pill factories
And maybe the world could be okay
Until the day that we escape
I don't know when, no I don't know how
But maybe that day we won't need to
Nod off the week, wake up with speed
And we won't feel like we're cursed

The Shipwreck That Is My Life

Some days it feels like the airport is better than
Four walls and windows, reflections of everything
That you refuse to interact with in person
Abandoning glass castles for something new

Every fucked up alley and
Parking lot that I knew when I had no
Home to hide myself, brooding and angry with
Life, the world, myself and my problems, and
How it was so fucking
Embarrassing that my friends should see me this way
Begging for showers and maybe a couch to stay
All of this, all of this
It beat the purgatory
Of living silent and hating the way that I
Could not break out of this
Bird cage of a home my mom would
Shelter and keep me from the things in this
World that would shape the man
That pain and fear and empathy
Crafted from stone, from toil and fear and the
Things that we think will take
Our fragile bodies, chew them to hell
Make us regret that we left our jail cells and we
Thought that maybe freedom
Could help us fix the things that we hate
With ourselves and the castles we make
Thrown together with the
Best of intentions and to avoid pain
Hoping our hobbies and personal
Pursuits could maybe help
Every bookworm and loner with an
Unsatisfied sense of adventure that
Fear of the unknown has
Kept us from living, growing inside
Developing or going outside
Living your life
Knowing your time
Here is finite
Go build the life
That your insides
Know feels most right

Don't shoot yourself, you can be anywhere else
Don't shoot yourself, you can take back what's yours

Carcassonne

Swim in this tank
Welcome this
Open market summer

Macroeconomics boil
In the boredom of

The privileged, never hungry

Nobody knows when their clothes
Make it glow, make them go
Tell them no, tell them no
Tell them no

Nothing like the jailhouse blues
To make you lose a piece of you
Transfer dorms, community needle
The jailhouse blues take you

This Side Of The Funnel

I can not stand the way people drive
And most days I can not stand being alive
I still can't come to terms with my best friend's death
And I don't know why I choose heroin over healthy habits
We shared couches, made them home
Empty wallets, dying phones

I can not stand the back pain at night when I'm sleeping
In your arms or out of this world
I don't know all of the words that might have saved you
All I know is how I feel and what I would change
To keep you

I can not stand the way people drive
I can not stand being alive
Come to terms with my best friend's death
Know why I choose heroin over
I can not stand the absence you leave
A void in this world, a pit in my dreams
I can not stand what grief makes you see
The way people up and fall down like leaves

You know I've been waiting
In this place they call "home"

I swear I saw your ghost dopesick
You did not speak, but you held me
And I felt like maybe for once
I could kick this habit

Cluster Headaches

I find home in twenty-nine gauge
Aperture sends me comfort in sheets
Metabolized and sending to soil
I find my bed in the sleepy and dead

I am the friend on the news
That has run out of blues
And pulled a lick just beyond my paygrade
High speed chase and I've
Totalled a stolen car that I
Never saw in my aspirations
As a scared kid in junior high
Covered in track marks and trying to die
But knowing it always ends with bored sighs

I am the hopeless and scared
And the never prepared
And the always hungry
Tired and pining
And know my own mind
Like it's my only friend

I find home in twenty-nine gauge
Aperture sends me comfort in sheets
Metabolized and sending to soil
I find my bed in the sleepy and dead

Street Sleeper (better mix)

Always twirling, I promised this day
I'd be the friend that tempers the rain
My limbic system has been singing for months
I am waves and the things I have sung

And the troubles I am
They swim circles out
Of your radio, of your radio, and
And the nothing I have
It keeps making sounds
Through your radio, through your radio

Draw endless lines in the
Sand always stumbling
Drown myself in the
Ocean or in the
Vinyl in your bedroom
If you're feeling low

And the glass that is me
It sleeps softly in
In your radio, in your radio
And the rain clouds that make
My heart come sweetly from
From the radio, from the radio

Always twirling, I promised this day
I'd be the friend that tempers the rain
My limbic system has been singing for months
I am waves and things I have sung

Draw endless lines in the
Sand always stumbling
Drown myself in the
Ocean or in the
Vinyl in your bedroom
If you're feeling low

Inside This Bankrupt Garden

Median antebrachial

You stand way too tall with your back to the wall
You never win
Kept yourself from the cold, but you're still alone
You never win

Endless records set, victimized and dead
Epinephrine fed, limbic system led
Resonating ghosts kept themselves from cold
Sucker for these bells, I reached out for hell

You stand way too tall with your back to the wall
You never win
Kept yourself from the cold, but you're still alone
You never win

Resonating Wistful And Violent Through Bone

This girl dances through the coral
Swims and wraps herself up in the water pressure
Swims right through the gravity and tidal waves
In the mirror caught a glimpse of nothing less than you

In the ocean, millions of metabolized
And painful, moving waves
Beneath the sheets and business haze
And underwater I found you there
Swimming up and down in endless articulation and need

Why do you make shooting heroin so easy
Whether I am happy or in so much fucking pain

You make life move faster, blur through all the answers
Pick me up from water, cycle through each other
You make pain feel endless, leave me feeling breathless
Amplify each other, blindingly in color

Why do you make shooting heroin so easy
Getting high inside the coral reefs

The Waves Between These Walls

Peace in the waves
A thousand balloons
Opening dreams
Heroin sleep and
I slip to air
Stab myself endless
Blow it to shit
Start dreams with flowers

Nail bomb lover
Turn me over
Flowers, balloons
Houston dope blues

Turn me over
Sold myself short
Flowers, balloons
Houston dope blues
Flowers, balloons
Houston dope blues
Flowers, balloons
Houston dope blues
Houston dope blues
Houston dope blues
Houston dope blues
Houston dope blues

Houston Dope Blues

Trash can music for trash can feelings by a one man trash can band.

Other Projects:
https://soundcloud.com/im_alone
https://soundcloud.com/softlythroughsound
https://soundcloud.com/trevor-and-the-velociraptor

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