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I could waste away a million dollars that apply
To all my sanctioned happiness I deny to get by
Living off of any goodwill cloth to cover up
My bodies imperfections and the damndest of my luck
The worst has yet to come, you never know just what you’ll lose
Bypass opportunity from involuntary blues
Creaking bones and broken homes and tears you cannot cry
The feeling of leftover love attempting to stay ripe

I don’t wear my skin to hold the stones that others cast
Victimized by credence, but come now what’s the point of that
Shame on kindness hiding as a coward in dim lit
From a superiority complex where you act like a dimwit 
Another choice I’ve made to walk in circles round my feel
A leftover lover trying to show you what is real
A left over lover of the bruising that we feel 
A left over lover in attempt to be reborn
A left over lover who is tired of the storm

Dim Lit

I heard a lot of Gibberish 
When I stepped into this bar of which
I tend to frequent with some friends
drink like friends and smoke american spirits

Got a lot of spirit here; and everyone around is weird
It's never to crowded but it never clears and the smoke keeps blowing in

To my point, I almost forgot
We all slur words when we're taking shots so all I heard was blah blah blah
Before some dude charge my ways

I said uh oh boys; I got sucker punched
Good thing I wasn't too messed up
still me and my friends picked this fellow up and threw his ass out the door

Cheers! Known by Numbers
We are strong we are friends
We stick together to the bitter end
Known by numbers we are brothers

In times of war, and in times of peace
All those who stand beside us are our brothers
in my moments and solitude
I offer my hand hand to those, brother or not, together we are known by numbers.

Cheers!

Cheers! Known By Numbers

I once found an island with the boots beneath my feet
Swimming fully clothed after a capsize in the sea
Oil burning water push the engine under me
Every last possession in deep blue I could not see
Thunder talking to me like a serpent of the sky
Giving question to the means of where and why we live this life
Advancing to creation of the children that we bring
And still some molten lava made this island just for me

I gave my thanks up towards the sky while bowed on bittersweet of knees
Many broken men have left the burden of defeat
But You are on my side despite your rumble and your tide
Indulge knowing why Jobe chose to never say Die
I believe
We can build a life and lose what seems like everything
And fear can break a spirit, scared of being in body
It’s true the water took me, and it brought me to this land
Blistered by the sun, but with an essence that still stands
Knowing that God is in not one, but IN all the land

Deep Blue

Cigarette Ash
Brittney shot me that look she does
The kid just doesn’t need to see you doing things like smo – o king
Put it out
Get over self

She’s always right
It’s hard for me to argue
I am real, or really dumb, and I still fight, defend my ways 
Til death do us part I love you

In heaven and earth, sickness or health, to have and hold from this day
To the next, everlasting breath, I will find you through every step
This is what you get, and I’ll quit all of my bullshit
My making bets, and drunkenness, the man that I’ve always hated

I’ve never seen
Anybody make a stand Quite like my bride, alterside, in a dress that she designed to fit her body in the confides, of private conversation
I told her once, I could not, I could never
I am wild, untamed, under permanent construction
But my wrecking ball head is now the buildings foundation

If nobody watches me
With all the eyes on you
You can see in between
all my self-proclaimed transparency
my ghostliness, my silent-self
the devils I’ve been fighting with

Heaven And Earth

Self-Produced, recorded, and played. Pensive and made from childhood reflections. If you like this song, please share it and follow my page.

Jonathan Puzan