And I ran into your father
Stumbling around town, drunk again
He had a black eye, given to him by
Your kid brother on Mothers day.

And he said "If you see my bastard of a son
tell him he's not welcome anymore"
So if you hear this, wherever you are
if you're not dead or in jail
You don't have a home anymore
But I could give you a place to crash if you need shelter
But we both know, that could never last.

Give it to the Bulls Part II

The day you died, the sky went black.
Your mom, she said your spirit went above the clouds.
The day they buried you, I asked for you to come home,
And it began to rain.

The branches and vines,
 grew over the bench I put in the woods,
Where we used to talk.

We said "together forever"
But we were just stupid kids.
I said I'll follow you wherever you go,
But I'm just a stupid kid.
Plus I've still got some time left back here to kill.

Flake

I wish you finished telling me about your dream
the one where we were underwater
you said you woke up before you got to the end
but we both know that i drowned.

I had dreams of my own
I saw an angel 
with two tiny
broken wings
and it broke my heart
when she tried to fly just to hit the ground

and that bone shattering sound
made me gasp for breath
as if I just barely  survived the dream you had

you and I
we're connected someway

Imagine it, Inanimate

Teenagers making out in parking lots
With plastic bags over their faces
Young love can be so suffocating

Standing under street lights. 
Waiting for our man to show.
Formed in circles talking about nothing good.

Cigarettes move from hand to hand
And from mouth to mouth
Its not so hard to die together
When we all want to die young

But if you decide you want to live to see the sun
And leave us behind in the night
I'll miss you when you quit smoking
Because that's all we ever had in common

I'll Miss You When You Quit Smoking

I am a deer with a busted leg
You are in a car that hit me and sped off
"It's not a person. It feels no pain."

Don't look back at my misery. 
Don't try to take away my agony.
I don't want you to see me like this
And I don't want you to see what you've done.

Rub Some Dirt On It

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Rob Chappell Smokes Parliaments

Nothing is going to change, unless you swallow your pride and stop acting like its cyanide. Just finish whatever you have started, and then maybe make a habit out of it. I know about the times you study the artifacts under your bed and then bury your smile under there with them. A secret history covered in dust from when you believed something exciting would make its way into your life. Manipulate it and wash it away; when your done having a good time. I see that you see hears as grass stains. Undesired products of having a good time. I always thought it was funny how people pick flower petals off to see if they are cared about, instead of giving the flowers to those they want to be loved by.

Picking Flower Petals Won't Make A Difference

Koala Tea Time - a combination of folk punk, post rock, indie and emo. We are a duo, consisting of Nick Decker and Sean Jones.

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