At least a decade old. If only I still had the angst to write epics like this one.  

Come for whatever, Stay for the array of rubbed wine glass rims.
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See you in a cold sweat
Fighting off your latest regrets
Whats the lack of patience?
Can't you spend a day just waiting?
And why you gotta bother with always trying to be some other guy?
Whats the point in breathing when choking on will get you farther?

Option out your day for wasting time or being something less.
Where's the absent feeling? 
Patched up like a leaky ceiling.
Always trying to be something I can't be.
Can barely feel my feet holding up my knees.
Oh why do I gotta be me?

Cuz everything's a re-do.
From practice to the final run through.
Open. not a closer.
Open. not a closer.

And what? Oh god! Sometimes it's over my head!
No. Stop. "Catch your breath" they said.
And all the kids are home asleep in their beds
Waiting for mom to come feel their heads
and I'm convinced that everyone who hears a sound will tell a 
different story and relax until their feet hit the ground
And more so now than ever everything I do is making less 
and less an impact on anything and to think
it's only what I made it to be.
If your walking around the streets won't you stop and tell me that
your art form is just another form of shit that you can't really 
smell till your swimming in it and you're not original. Not a bit.

And when you wake up can you still tell me "did I dream well? Did I 
dream of singing loud or screaming, falling to the ground? 
Did I ever make a single sound?
And I thought you weren't supposed to judge.
I thought it didn't mean that much.
Thought it was all for someone else.
Who told you I could do this?
I thought it wasn't a well known fact.
Well would you look at the stats?

And tell me this ain't over.
Don't tell me love is the worst of times.
Where passionate finds are overshadowed by simple rhymes.
And maybe that's just how it'll go
What's the use fighting what you can't solve?
If we all just back off for a while maybe we'll evolve.

Now I'll just see what I can do
Maybe it's not what I wish was you
But it's not bad.
I've got at least one behind me
And a few under my belt
Have you ever stolen before just to see how it felt?

And when it sickens your heart turn around, repeat 
tell yourself "it won't happen to me again"

I can't fight a battle in these shoes.
Can't make a point when chasing somebody elses dues.
And when you find a fault in this game 
I guess I don't know shame. No I don't.

You truly are a dog if you can't avoid but chase your tail like this.
Can't you choke up on the target or fucking try again if you miss?
I'm hoping to see progress. Don't leave me drying out with failures.
A step into the darkness,
My candles out and I am sparkless.
And would you care to tack to my resume.
"Kid who can't avoid making reckless claims
only to not feel shame"

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Obsoletely Absolute

A demo that probably won't get the full band treatment.  So here it is.

They say that heavens on the other coast.
So I'll leave home while I'm still young.
I left you threads, but not enough.
Your stitches run. Your seams, they're rough.

But I love you while I am home.
???? don't love the home I know.
Just I am better when I go.
Harder than the road I'm on.

Growing farther now with every night camped out under canopies obscuring stars through shaky leaves that shiver in the summer wind

I've met a newer face. A nicer smile.
Her laughter turns me into a child.
It makes me sad. It drives me wild.
The love I feel, It always comes so *mildly at the start of it all.

Mild Love

Vocals by Christopher Nicholas
Composition/Piano by JooWan Kim
Engineered by Jeremy Goody
Recorded @ MegaSonic Sound

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