Oh, do not shed a tear, I know this hurts a lot
But do you really love me, or the things that I have bought?
Do you listen to the melodies between my dear heart's beat?
Or play those catchy choruses as I lay beneath your feet?

There's so much space between us, my coyness keeps us close
The love we used to share has now become a ghost
Please do not spit those lies, your evil tongue is forked
I'm trapped in like a bottle, I fear you are my cork

Please sing us a song, the piano man is dead!
He spent some time drinking your wine and now he's lost his head
You are the elixir, divinity in wine
I need you here to quench my thirst, you need me to dine

Darling will you please cheer up, your tears are gaining steam
Jump into my arms, we are now floating down a stream
The salty twists and turns become an ocean blue
And once again I find myself drowning here with you

There's so much space between us, my coyness keeps us close
The love we used to share has now become a ghost
Please do not spit those lies, your evil tongue is forked
I'm trapped in like a bottle, I fear you are my cork

Please sing us a song, the piano man is dead!
He spent some time drinking your wine and now he's lost his head
You're the elixir, divinity in wine
I drink you when I need you, and now I'm slowly dying

The Piano Man Is Dead

Silver Heat

Lonely Day

Lyrics: 

I'm just a failure of a boy
I got no money in my pocket
Everybody thinks that I'm annoying

I wish that I could just be somewhere else instead of here
So I'm making a song for you to listen to
But please do me one favor:

Don't buy my album, please just burn it
It's probably garbage
I don't deserve anymore attention than I already get

Burn my album! 
It's a total compensation of all my hardest work
And I don't deserve a dollar
'cause I don't know how to spend it
even responsibly for once
and I know that my parents were always waiting for me to flunk.

I have been too perfect for too long and I know I need a redo.
Can someone give me a redo?

Don't by my album just burn it
Because you might as well be burning your own dollar by purchasing it.

I'll be sweet when I wanna be sweet
But right now, I don't wanna be sweet. 

I will be the common man and I will sit at home
I don't want to be anywhere else when I'm alone
I just want to be myself and see myself doing 
Something more than fucking around and being useless. 

We all just want to be somebody's something.

Self Deprecation/Self Confidence

Let's just get high and watch some anime at your place

Nothing that's too long, Cowboy Bebop should keep us on pace

And when we're hungry, let's order Gumby's

Stoner Pie, Pokey Stix, and maybe an Uncle Jesse

We'll talk about the Universe and how vast it may appear

And of all the places we ended up, how come we ended up here?

Friend Songs

Kendrick

'bout nearly died three times, nearly lost my mind, took too much helium, now I'm always high

Got damn it, they ran outta space in heaven

Lived in a drug den filled with crackheads, ate up all my cash, have a roommate dead

Got damn it, it's just another Sunday sermon

Stopped buying outfits 'cause they don't really fit me, got a new job but they don't really need me 

Got damn it, I can't stop my aging

Got a wallet but don't know how to use it, every time I get money I always seem to lose it

Got damn it, I wish I didn't even need it

I wish I could go back to Dallas and fuck off for all my life
But I'm too busy shooting myself in the foot to think about it twice

Got a TV that's always on, got a phone and a car and a couch to lay on, but 

Got damn it, they can't stop my boredom

Got a bug that lives inside my head, he makes me sad but he's still my friend

Got damn it, it's like Stockholm Syndrome

Got a mouth that I'm always feeding, and a landlord with rent that he's always needing

Got damn it, who the hell invented money

Got parents, think that they hate me, they don't ever say so but I can tell by how they raised me 

Got damn it, I'm sick of genealogy

I wish I could go back to Dallas and fuck off for all my life
But I'm too busy shooting myself in the foot to think about it twice

Gonna hop into my car with a rack of cds and just drive real far 

Live in a truck stop, just eat sandwiches, who needs fine dining when you can eat with hands? 

Who needs a pillow when the highway is your bed? Who needs money when you can beg for bread? Who needs a shower if you can wipe your own ass? Who needs college in a world without class?

I’m starting life fashionably late

I give too much love, now I gotta hate

Everybody’s looking at their goddamn phones and it’s starting to make me feel a bit irate

Gimme three cheers if you’re just like me

Gimme three cheers if you feel lonely

Gimme three cheers for forty ounce beers, that we drink 'cause we don’t wanna be

Around in this world for too long

Life keeps dragging on
 
But we’re here and then we’re gone

Prince Chuck