50 shades of concrete grey, steel and iron trees
The lit-up squares of hotel rooms passing by quickly.
The blink of airplanes overhead, signals in the sky.
Gotta wonder, who’s in that club that’s a mile high?

Playing follow the leader
with strangers from afar
as you race through the
red and white caravan.

Have the stars descended, clinging to the ground?
Tethered to the horizon, making not a sound.
And driving down I-405 you often get a chance
to think about your movements in life’s eternal dance.

Have you ever paused
To find your place on earth?
The perfect time to do so
is speeding down the dirt.

On the outside it looks strong, but there’s weakness within.
It’s a game and everyone is playing just to win.
Your mood is parallel with the daily gas prices.
Darling, can you lead me to that caravan?

Baby please!
I want you
to release
Scarlet Sadie.

She’s a symbol,
she’s a charm.
Just let her
get away unharmed.

You hide your little secrets beneath a Rolex watch.
And check the time frequently alone in the parking lot.
The second hand is ticking swiftly, examine every hour.
But it’s not the slip of passing time that you’re worried about.

On the daily
Never lazy
New Mercedes
Dropping lately
Back to safety
Leading ladies
Drink the Bailies
Scarlet Sadie

Scarlet Sadie

 I was afraid of my own steps
I thought that they
would destroy me
I was afraid what you would think
When you found out
Would you leave

The paranoia crept behind
inside my mind
and controlled me
It grasped me by my frontal lobe
and it decided
where to go

But now I’m strong, I’ll get along
I may be wrong, but still,
Okay with me, You wanna leave,
Because I don’t need you here with me

I feared my peers and my friends
I thought that they
Would hate me
I feared the climate and the winds
That blew my hair
into my face

But now I’m strong, I’ll get along
I may be wrong, but still,
Okay with me, You wanna leave,
Because I don’t need you here with me

Awakening’s here
You’ll disappear
Away you will steer
You are my fear

But now I’m strong, I’ll get along
I know I’m not wrong, my dear,
It’s okay with me, if you wanna leave,
Because I don’t need you here with me

But now I’m strong, I’ll get along
I know I’m not wrong, my dear,
It’s okay with me, if you wanna leave,
Because I don’t need you here with me

Fear

I feel like we're all
Just second rate
My life revolves
Around 228th
Born and raised
In Washington state
Never leave
No never escape
We know the world's
A big big place
Yet were all still stuck
In a small bubble space

A way of life
Protected by trees
iPhones, laptops,
And Porsche keys
All these things
Bring us to our knees
Worship the god
Of technology
It's a kind
Of black disease
Not happy with
Our As and Bs

Ooooooooh,
Oh oh oh oh
She cries tears from the sky
Ooooooooh,
Oh oh oh oh
And there's a good reason why
Ooooooooh
Oh oh oh oh
All part of this barren land
Ooooooooh
Oh oh oh oh
Got our heads in the sand

All the pretty houses
Lined up in rows
Life will get better
The less that you know
There is no more
China to throw
So close your eyes
And put on a show.

Ooooooooh,
Oh oh oh oh
She cries tears from the sky
Ooooooooh,
Oh oh oh oh
And there's a good reason why
Ooooooooh
Oh oh oh oh
All part of this barren land
Ooooooooh
Oh oh oh oh
Got our heads in the sand
Ooooooooh
Oh oh oh oh
But there's no place I'd rather be

No Place Like Home

Bottomless

The pretty, pink-colored capsules,
Numb the pain so well. 
Silent pleasure; paralyse
Lull you under the spell.
The lovely twist is tightened
Delicate in structure
Welcome the tragic sight like
A long lost lover.

But who are we to play
With life
When it’s so short already.
Just end the fight.
Don’t touch me, don’t console.
There’s nothing you can do at this point.
My anguish out of control.
Don’t try to fill this bottomless hole

They say I build a wall around,
Protect me from the pain 
They think I hide away in shame, 
My Lavender Cocaine. 
I disagree I think it’s more
Of a chasm, deep and vast.
Impossible to cross and yet
I leave it so fast

But who are we to play
With life
When it’s so short already.
Just end the fight.
Don’t touch me, don’t console.
There’s nothing you can do at this point.
My anguish out of control.
Don’t try to fill this bottomless hole

I wasn’t exactly born into 
poverty or strife.
Everyone says I can’t have had 
a very difficult life.
It’s true to some extent
 I’m sheltered beyond belief
That doesn’t mean I’m 
incapable of feeling grief

Don’t touch me, don’t console.
There’s nothing you can do at this point.
My anguish out of control.
Don’t try to fill this bottomless hole




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