Stare At the Sun Cover (Thrice)

My hair's red from a special hair dye that I
Mixed myself out of the blood in my heart.
So you can see exactly how I'm feeling
Right when I am feeling it which,
Is all the time when I'm with you.

I couldn't see out a foggy window
Into solid darkness of a brand new world.
Thrown right in.
My throat is tenser than it's been in seven months 
Since I've been dealing with my own head.

Sometimes I wish I never learned to speak.
So your ears stayed pure,
Away from every filthy thing I'd say to you.

My palms hurt from holding on too tightly
And thinking that my grip was stronger than it was before.
Well I was wrong,
To think i held the rope when really
All this time you had it nestled softly in your hands away from mine.

So I just ran away from everything I stood for,
Dug into the tunnels of a light bulb lit arcade.
To trade me in for as many tokens as I'm worth
And spend each one of them on confidence and love and healthy eyes.

As I grow I find,
childhood games are getting tough.
And I can't go back to where I started.
There's no reset anymore.

And if I could,
I'd ignore all of the warnings once again.
Just to know how I'd act
Knowing every memory was built to fade.
Would I jump, would I dive, would I sink?
Well I dove
And I sunk.
But I never jumped off,
Didn't think about it.
Because I knew there'd be no one there to break my fall.

And I don't care,
If I seem too vulnerable to everyone.
Because I'd prefer to drop my guard than ever to
Be weighted down by things I wish I could have said
To you, and you, and you.
To you, and you, and me.
To you, to you, to you....

Hair Dye

Never Finished

I've been spending my time working on a piece of art
That's painted strictly with my blood. 
So when I grab the knife and sink it in
I know my palette's always full.

I've been painting the ground that I can walk on
But it takes too long to grow the seeds.
So for now I'll keep the bristles flowing (on my skin)
And I can hope there's still some ink inside
To witness the unity symbolic of the ring.

And now I'm standing at the back of the line
Because I'm not tall enough.
And I am watching you go upside down and over
Over and over again.
You're life is standing on a pedestal 
And my life is bowing down to you.
So I can see your hardened calluses 
From walking all over our dreams. 

When I cut my legs the blood drips slowly
To my feet where every step is outlined.
So I can see where I have come and gone
And plan each step ahead.
And know my path is bloody and packed down.

And I can use my oldest pair of shoes to map out
Where I have been.
And if I ever stray too far from the path 
I know I can stab, release, and let it spread around.
Your life is standing on a pedestal.
My life is bowing down to you.
So I can see your hardened calluses 
From walking all over our dreams.

What keeps me alive
Knowing that I'll always write. (whether my hands are tied or I go blind in both eyes)
Whether ink sinks into my notebooks
Or seeps into the ground that we share. (the soft ground beneath will always nurture my feet)
Is the question that I'm faced with
The challenge that is always there.
My blood is permanent.
My blood is thick.

My blood is everywhere 
Except in my veins.

My blood is permanent.

Never Finished

Take my hand and place it where no one is allowed.
I'll coat your nose with drugs and other holy influences.
Pray, don't wish, don't cry, just fake a smile until I'm not around.

I don't know how,
I don't know when.
I don't know why. 
I aint got a damn thing to think.

(Not a shot in the dark.
Not a bite to my smile.
Not a fight in my heart.
Not a walk down the aisle.)

Paul Frang

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