Do you remember disaster, the panic on the morning after?
The fervor and the fire, compared to the stillness of the water
Am I gonna miss you when I’m older or is growth just the natural order?
I’m thinkin I might just apologize but I wonder, would it matter?
I kinda like singin in the darkness, you can’t see all the faces I make
When I contort my throat to hit those notes that are just a little out of my range
And I won’t change the melody because it’s already written
And it’s perfect as it is so it won’t need revision
And it is easy to see the flaw in your foundation, but ain’t the hardest step always admission

She wrote my name on her leg
Fall asleep on the couch, weave your fingers into the fold or disappear in the sound
Either way, I’m starting over at the very first sight of light
But I’m walking home tonight…

I am a backyard barbecue, the still glass surface of a swimming pool
And you are the lost souls passing through in the middle of a sunday afternoon
Just dreaming of a world worth waiting for, mine is the window yours is the door
I’m in the corridor and you’re on the ocean floor with all the sunken stomachs
You sent down there to explore with all your talk of saying goodbye

You should move down here
We can be together, we can be friends
Far away from the poisonous liquid
You don’t have to drink it, you just have to swim

But from right where I’m standing
I can see the ocean and the fires
All the hollow fantasies that made so many families 
Believe in a world without evil, without judgement, or without fear
And if I can’t find it here, then why do I feel so guilty still?

At least you still got the window seat
My failed attempt at sympathy
Are we even prepared for an emergency if it all goes to hell?
It’s funny but I’m having trouble smiling when you say the kind of things you’re saying to me
Everything has to end eventually I guess I knew you well
And if it hurts that bad then leave the door wide open and don’t plan on coming back
And I’ve seen the feeling come back to life, so put your faith in mine
And it’ll be just like riding a bike

You should move over here
We can get together we can be a band
Far away from the people that hate us
They have their reasons, but we have a van

But from right where I’m standing 
I can see the red light of the morning
I still haven’t packed my bags for the journey 
But I can see the ocean and the fires
All the boring pleasantries that made so many families
Decide that it’s not inspiration but rather what you do with it
Before you lose it
So then why, do I feel so guilty? I guess it must be personal
But I’ll put those nameless faces to rest
And maybe face the right direction, I don’t know if it won’t still fall apart
But it’s a pretty good place to start

So no, I don’t wanna talk about the afternoon
I don’t feel like changing anytime soon
Still I am gonna make it 
With or without you

Crash Landing

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Crash Landing

The Eggs of Thursday