i wasnt o.k.

Blue

Believe In Yourself

Field Medic - iwantthis2last!

Mickey Darling - big sad (slowed & reverbed)

****Let someone give me better guitar and bass skills****

It'll be nice to stare at a different kind of ceiling
It'll be nice to stare at a different kind of ceiling

"Try crying in a different city, I think it'll do you good"
And I've tried crying in a different city, it didn't do me any good.

and I'm just thinking about it
when I wake up, when I go to bed
and I keep checking up on you and I wish I could live without my head

Cheap purple lights,
really do bring out the shallowness in your eyes
I guess the chandelier makes up for the lack of personality there
and your black curtains make you so incredibly edgy

still it would be nice to stare at a different type of ceiling
It'll be nice to stare at a different type of ceiling

"Try crying in a different city, I think it'll do you good"
And I've tried crying in a different city, it didn't do me any good.

and I'm just thinking about it
when I wake up, when I go to bed
and I keep checking up on you and I wish I could live without my head

try crying in a different city (demo)

Feels Like Sunday

Get Enough

All Good Things

so i stay

Pissed on a hydrant at quarter to three
Streetlight flickered in complicity
My jeans were cuffed, my shame was high
A cop walked past—he just sighed

Garbage day on Seventh and Vine
I baptized a can like it was mine
My breath was steam, my thoughts were rank
The raccoons watched me from the bank

And every drop is a confession
Another leak, another question

I piss where I don’t belong
Every stream’s another song
From escalator steps to deli trays
I drain my guilt in yellow haze

Mall escalator, mid-afternoon
I marked my descent to the food court tune
Kids pointed up, I stared ahead
I felt more empty than I’d said

Deli meat behind the glass
I pissed while asking for a weekly pass
The turkey rolled, the clerk looked pale
I left behind a mustard trail

My bladder’s full of uncried tears
My stream cuts through suburban fears

I piss where the silence breaks
Between the coughs and frozen cakes
From checkout lanes to open graves
This is the only thing that stays

Old lady in the grocery line
She met my eyes like “this is fine”
I said I’m sorry, but not out loud
The tile beneath me wore a shroud

Some men leave legacies in ink
I just stain the world with stink

I piss where no one prays
In parking lots on Christmas Day
From flower beds to civic halls
My stream outlasts your urban sprawl

No one taught me where to go
Just cracked sidewalks and melting snow
If shame’s a crime, then call it art
I piss like I'm falling apart

No map, no aim, no guiding star
Just puddles where my memories are

I piss where the quiet screams
In Sunday pews and children’s dreams
From bathroom stalls to lakefront views
This is the only thing I choose

I Piss Everywhere

Believe In Yourself

Javie Bahama

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