Why don't you tell me your name?
Why don't you tell me about your day?
And all next week it looks like rain
Oh, the mess that I made.
Why don't you tell me what you're thinking? 
Well, I've been thinking about going swimming. 
Night is heavy and the day birds din 
and the mess that I'm in,
the mess that I'm in.

June feels like September 
September feels like January
and January feels like yesterday 
but it's almost August, anyway.
The afternoons are like seasons. 
It's just a certain way that I've been feeling 
and I know it needs not rhyme or reason 
but it's not my love from which you're shielded. 

The lines between your eyes 
are like chemtrails in an evening sky 
and I've always been too good at saying goodbye 
and making all my truths lies.
Making all my truths lies. 

Could you be my confidant? 
Could you maybe be my friend?
Could I be your beginning, honey
and could I be your end? 
So why don't you tell me your name?
Why don't you tell me about your day?
All that's left is late summer rain 
and the mess that I made,
the mess that I made.

almost August (demo)

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dinner is done (demo)

Andrew walks in sordid pain 
and jasmine walks in pouring rain 
and I make my way down to the dollar store 
Passing faces in the aisles
They scan the shelves
It’s been a while 
since their wallet rocked them to their core 

And the man in overalls stands before me and I see he wields a gun
He says “torture me and pity me and I think I might just rescue everyone. 
Pouring over polished steel I’ve stolen everything I should have borrowed. 
Because I won’t do anything today that I won’t do anyway tomorrow.” 

A woman stands behind me with trembling winter hands over her eyes 
Every breathing moment gone and this is how we both meet our demise 
and she says “I know I’m looking through you.”
And I say “Fine, I’m glad I thought I knew you.” 

Gwenyth cries in starving nights 
God knows Clara picks a fight 
And I trudge my way home from the pharmacy 
Ash to ashes, boom or bust 
The trucks they pass and shake off rust 
and the meadow where the factory was runs to seed 

And the upstairs neighbor stops me in the hall and asks me if I’m warm enough 
As if the bay is frozen over and the driveway is not a deluge of brown slush.
I tell her yes politely and remind her everything’s not what it seems 
Then she glides on down the staircase as if she’s high on someone else’s dream. 
And I say “go, don’t let that moonlight burn you.”
She says “thanks, just make the next one earn you.” 

So Andrew walks in sordid pain 
And jasmine walks in pouring rain 
and I make my way home from the dollar store.

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Oh, Daydream Mountain 
in moonless skies
in crystal fountains 
of raspberry wine. 
Drink in thy danger
and cry in sleep 
til' morning's sorrow 
dries your sheets.

Oh, noble servant 
you've served me well.
Iridescent serpent, 
fare thee well.
You've taken my peace 
you've taken my health 
and from your sheath 
you cut my wealth. 
I do see flickers 
I do see traces 
as I've seen time 
in my many faces.
They bleed me empty 
from swelling veins 
and in your venom 
there is no gain. 

Please heed my warning 
do hear my cry
for night is calling, 
for day must die.

Should you go climbing 
on Daydream Mountain 
withhold your findings 
and drain the fountain. 
Love knows no leaders, 
death is no release 
and those most vanquished 
know deepest peace.

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