Cuccoon

I put on some of your old stuff
And wrapped us up, I wrapped us up
And in our sweet cuccoon we lie
Growing into what we'll find
I'm stuck, so stuck though
In these clothes meant for her.

I don't think you want to know
If I've been putting on a show
Or if I' trying very hard
To keep you on your toughest guard.

The how.

She drinks the pain away
With the bottle that she had
But then that man found out
And he was very sad
He told her to get rid of that
Or she'd be put out like a rat
Then he let us run amock
Cause she can't stop us, can't stop us.

Takeover.

I don't think you would understand
If you knew now the way I am
It's been a little different now
And you could not imagine how
The times have changed the little girl
Who used to wear her hair in curls
Though it was such hard work to do
She used to try to impress you
But now she's gone away she has
And I am left here in command.

smiles

I am, I am
I'm Sam I am's
If he were me
He'd see the sea
And Sam I am
Is not a fan
Of seeing me
The way I am

Help

I want to cry out,
Save me
But then you'd know the truth
And I can't have you learning
How I've hidden this from you.

I am a butterfly

Sleep tight, little friend
In your snuggly cuccoon
And you will wake up beautiful
Your wings a perfect blue
But you can't fly them straight, can you?
Your wings are crushed, and ruined
Crushed by the strings and fibers
Of the very thing that made them.

why is all the rum gone?

It seems I'm lapsing once again
And filled with doubts that I led in
I'm dying in the memory
Of times before I was set free
And wondering, again, again,
I'm wondering if I'll lose a friend
A part of you I've put in bars
And hidden keys and closed behind doors
So now I start the same old trend
Of using this a hand to lend
And you might be so down and blue
But I repeat this to keep safe you
I'll sleep in my huddle on the floor
In that old sweater that you never wore
And wait until the world makes sense.

Beach

Waves crash on the sand
As the sun rises before us
And it's beautiful in view
But it's dangerous behind us.

Angry Dishes

The dishes wave their metal limbs
And bang metallic heads
And they shout against each other
How they're living as though dead
And they clatter to the floor
And they rub in rusty chills
And they make themselves seem almost real
When really seeking thrills.

Think of me.

Sometimes, when I'm at home
I think about you all alone
And there's some thread of me that binds
The pieces of us as a prize.
Sometimes when I call your phone
I'd like to know you're not alone
Because I might have just made true
The dream you had of me and you.

My body is my temple
My love my self-esteem
The passions flowing through my mind
Keep all of my thoughts clean.

The earth that spins below us
Is spinning for us all
And it's the sun that's holding strong
To keep us from the fall.