Bamboo

The echo between my ears
Is getting louder
The less I can hear

And I’m falling between the cracks
And I’m trying not to have these panic attacks
But they come on so easy
And they come on without invitation 

But you know you
All about
My anxiety 
Dont you
Cause you listen to 
The patterns when I breathe 

I know you feel the same way 
I watch you walk 
You take the harder way
Going around trees
And between the parked cars
Avoiding all the crowds
And strollers by far 

Makes me feel better
Know it’s just 
It’s not just me

Makes me feel that much better
Knowing it’s not just me

And I do my best 
To whisper through my teeth 
I don’t wanna freak out
And have you abandon me

breathing patterns

I was a kid
I didn’t know shit
I didn’t know shit

But I tried 
I tried to live

You don’t like to talk
About it
And that’s alright
I get it 

You don’t like to talk
About it 
And that’s alright 
I get it 

So you don’t have to talk
About it
And it’s alright 
I get it

that’s alright (take 1)

I stayed in that basement
For hours at a time
People would say
I’ve lost my mind

I stayed in that basement
For half of my life
And you would say
I’m wasting my time

Well maybe that’s true
And maybe you’re right
How tricky it is
Our fragile mind

Forgetful and full
At the same time
Moments can lapse
Before your eyes

moments lapse

Lately all my dreams 
have been in the pines. 
Memories from some past life. 
Humid summers and apple pie. 
But the Southern sun sits in the northern sky. 

Fistful chunks of Bermudagrass. 
Chain links fences and skipping class. 
Long oak path on a short bike ride. 
The southern sun in the northern sky. 


The southern sun in the Northern sky. 
Clouds will gather and then start to cry. 
I sure do miss that past life. 
Let out a proud cry to call it mine.

Southern Sun in The Northern Sky

I’m lost in a dream
sleepwalking on methamphetamine
now I’m chasing your ghost
where the mountains fall into the coast
found myself crippled and stoned
wearing dark sunglasses down the road
where the palm trees bend
some LA actress gonna meet her end
now I’m tracing your skin
and pacing the beach 
dragging my finger where secrets have been
and just like them 
and just like them 
a new layer forms and I will meet my end 


if I asked you to pack
could you do without the heart attack 
nodding out like I’m on morphine
passed out in a limousine 
the city passes right through me
and I can’t remember a thing
you told me of something to bring
to the table
but I’m sitting on the floor

Some LA Actress

And I Have No Idea How To Play It

diggin my own grave

Well I try to act big
And I sharpen my teeth
But this city is out growing me

On the shaky train 
I try to explain 
All the busy thoughts
Inside of my overcrowded brain

But you don’t understand
You listen
But you don’t understand

Talk to me
When I’m on the edge

Walk me down
Take me slow
Turn me up
Let me go

(I try to act big
But I feel so fucking small)

Well I heard you’ve been
Out late at night
Swallowing strange men 

Did you really move on that quickly
Or are you still trying to get back at me

Acting Big

Dim lit dive bars
Rusted up new cars
Burn out little stars that nobody can see

Cigarette machine
Tell me my destiny
I promise it’s a secret that I can keep

Dim little dive bars
Rusted out new cars
Burnt out old stars that nobody can see

Rusted Stars

lovers turn into monsters

Parties I Wasn't Invited To

Counting The Cracks

i saw you shaking in your shoes, 
are you sure there's nothing wrong with you?
and i saw you flinch as he came to you,
wrapped his arms round something he thought was true.
just so you know,
i'm in too.
just so you know,
i get lonely too.
and i saw you crying at the end of the bar,
trying to hide beneath the tattoos on your arm.
just so you know,
i get lonely too.
just so you know,
i care too.
just so you know,
i get down too.

At The End of The Bar

The Morning Or The Night

uptown train

i hold on to my problems
put them up on the mantel 
like little trophies
or medals for my failures 

you say its unhealthy
you say its toxicity 
you say that i'll never be happy on my own
maybe you're right
maybe you're right

i hold on to my problems 
put them up on the mantel
like little trophies
or medals from my failures 

i just wanna be told
that i'm going to be alright
i just want somebody
somebody to hold tonight

Overexposures

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