Connect/Collapse/Corpse

We used to touch in the sea
Romantically
We used to keep each other's head up
No, we didn't want to drown
Didn't want to feel the liquid rush past our throats.

Now,
She wants a bouquet
Or even a single stem
But I can't seem to bloom, can't seem to get in tune
I'm not quite sure what to do.
'Cause Abegail, I gave you all my flowers long ago
I don't even know where the fields are anymore
And after you died, my heart was left behind.
I don't know how to use it, I can't seem to make it pump
All of my blood goes past my lungs and onto the floor.

I Could Never Marry a Blonde

I could never marry a blonde
They are too caught up in
Their highlights
No time to focus on love
Can't trust them
No
No way.

I will always fuck a blonde
They dress up real nice
Before you both get undressed
They keep you warm
Sexually
Always fuck them
Yes
Yes way.

Girls with bad tattoos

I've never dated a girl
With cool tattoos
Why did I ever fall for girls who wear their bad choices?

Fresh Rag/Make Up

Abegail I wanted to write you
A dream
Maybe it's one I had about you
Maybe I've made it up
It's a mystery for both of us

In it, we were dancing
The way we used to dance
Real, real close
With your face pressed against my cheek
My skin would quiver all over
Hand in hand, I'd lead the way

Where did you go, Abegail?
I used to think about you all of the time
After you died
But I've seen you in the window
And I've talked to you on the phone
Is someone wearing your voice, your face, your clothes, your beautiful stature?

I've waited for you for so long
I'm sure that I can keep waiting
I'm just not sure that you still like me, want me, want this...

...But right now, Abegail, it's all I've ever wanted. What's going around should come back around again, maybe then you'll be more than a friend.

ACT NOW

I'm feelin' fine, like I'm feelin' the sunshine for the very first time. It used to be that I felt like a carcass, dragged along across the dirt, collecting trash along the way. But baby, I don't want that for me no more: no way. Something tells me I should give it time, but that's never been my style.

Sure, I wanna change, but an old dog just can't learn new tricks and my rules are the only rules I know. Maybe everyone secretly liked me the way I was, the way I am and maybe you'd just want to pick up where we left off and pretend that the last few years never happened.

Imagine that.

Family Tree

I've had my fingers broken
Falling out of that family tree
Tried to plant my own
But it just wouldn't take
The dirt was too poor in the concept of a world with wealth
That's me: fallen from the sky
Rising back up
But it's probably just time
For me to climb something else.