Erosion

People Are Particles

Caution, All, for the Sunday Graves
Dim lights, doors shut, and fast asleep
Each eyelid will slowly raise
All will rise from the Sunday Graves

All was well the night before last
Said my goodbyes before I couldn't drive home
The Sun came up, a die was cast
The Sunday Graves had dug too fast

And now you need to tell me why our plans have changed
It's bullshit to place the blame on a simple thing as rain
Let's be men and consummate these songs
Indeed, I must admit, my lyrics can be thin
And if I know my boy, he might not be enjoying this
But let's be a band, and have a little fun

If it gets too dark put on the brakes
Caution, All, for the Sunday Graves

Sunday Graves

I've been watching pendulums swing side by side
Now I'm cross-eyed on the brink
The other half's been calling out silently
For me to get off of the drink

It's not hard to live a lie, wear it on your sleeve, and deny that it's there
I need help with the thoughts I'm having
I'm getting anxious for asking

Feeling the eyes
Hold the bottle close
Begging for the light
A little overdose

I've seen my Father look alive
I've seen my Mother half dead
I've been shown how to handle pain
It's time to get ahead

Feeling the eyes
Hold the bottle close
Begging for the light
A little overdose

Cross-Eyed

I talk it out, with myself,
over TV lights and dinner.
Brain to mouth
is how to put it all together.
Days go by, over and over,
and I still can't fall asleep.
I'm trying to be subtle,
but I'm missing a piece of the puzzle.

One's a crowd.
Staying busy but I always feel alone.
Shaking my head.
Pissing the bed.
I know it's a tell. I'm all in.
I just can't help myself.
I say I'm searching for meaning.
I know the rules, but I'm cheating.

I'm swinging my mood.
The meds they just might be working.
How can I tell?
I'm tricking the truth.
I'm telling white lies and falsehoods.
And it's fun...

I'm swinging my mood.
The meds they just might be working.
I'm tricking the truth.
I'm telling white lies and falsehoods.
I scream at the moon,
"Don't leave! I'm scared of tomorrow!"
The sky turns blue.
I'm petrified of the daytime.

I scream at the moon,
"Don't leave! I'm scared of tomorrow!"

Don't Leave

I want the past erased.
The finish line's at the start, it's a lonely race.
My eyes are starting to drown,
and I can feel my goddamned guts crawling out of my mouth.
My head is soaking wet.
I started hearing death.
A boy blushes red;
he's embarrassed again.
I should be heaven sent.
I should feel proud.
I wanna go to sleep but, man, I'm bugging out!

A classic case of defeat.
I'm falling fast. I can't find who I used to be.
Seconds, lost to sounds.
I shouldn't be the hush-hush motherfucking talk of the town.
The craving doesn't stop.
Gotta get away.
My soggy liver rots.
Don't wanna be afraid.
A curving colored crescent.
I want a calming presence.
I want a certain future, but I'm blinded by the bottle.

My head is soaking wet
Started seeing death
Boy blushes red
Embarrassed again
I should be heaven sent
I should feel proud
I wanna go to sleep
I wanna go to sleep...

Finster