Box me (Song)

I keep chasing vespas
and dancing in the street
Playing with investors
and the more yellow things I meet.

I listen to the shouts outside
I hear your instincts calling
Proving that the best in you
can't yet beat your natural falling.


Meanwhile I wait with the lightweights
boxing to be free
needing to go run a mile
but stopping quick to pee
I'm split between the man I am
and who I want to be
but I guess that's just a part,


Standing in the door frame
I can see your liquid veins
I can't see your limits
but certainly your reigns

A crutch can only help so much
when you can't stay on your feet
Jumping on the wagon
while you're falling out your seat.

Lying on the floor
at least there's plenty room to share
But it's hard to sleep while the rest of you
keep on switching pairs.


Meanwhile I wait with the lightweights
boxing to be free
standing on a precipice
just so I can see
I'm split between the man I am
and who I want to be
but I guess that's just a part,


I'll stay at home
to avoid the phone
watch movies through my window

Speaking Russian with the lepers
while thinking moi aussi

I'll sit to stand
and write to speak
and sing to make it dance

Making friends most every day
yet getting more lonely

Watch the setting sun
just as day's begun
and love without romance

While I wait with the lightweights
boxing to be free
Close my mouth just as I'm about
to start speaking openly,
I'm split between the man I am
and who I want to be
but I guess that's just a part,
of me.




May I hold no punches,
and love with honesty
Pack my own sack lunches,
and share with those in need.

Help me find and realize
the better parts of me
Please help me make the man I am -
- who I want to be.

Fortunate son

Fortune's favorite child hit 15, became a rebel.
Hung out late and started getting into trouble.
But no matter what he did, he never came no harm
'cause that fortunate son got him a lucky charm.

Work hard, keep up,
get ahead, stay in line.
Work out, keep fit,
get laid, stay fine.
Work late, stay up,
keep pay, get mine.
Workin' it, keep on,
get head , stay behind.

Fortune's favorite child hit 18 and moved away.
Said that he could make it all, doing it his own way.
Lost his money and lost his life when his lover ran out.
That fortunate son? Well his luck, ran out.

Permanent

Prologue:

Permanence is but magic.
Magic, is but lies.

Logue:

Suspended on the cusp of day
standing parallel on air,
my dirty mind is heading down
to meet the dirt that seems sincere.

Grounded once, never again
I'll spin round inject the day.
My blood suspended,
my heart flushed out,
pouting to be feard.

Reliving the moment before it's passed
gravity pulls but I'm not home
she thinks I'm an easy catch
but I'll not be seduced, not here.

I'll fight to win, indefinite permanence
though I know I fight to fail,
fill the space with space and fear,
I can not resist this sphere.

I will fall.




Epilogue:

Speaking words so tragic,
there's magic in your eyes.

Sick

Sick to the head
Sick on my feet
You're sick of the stars,
Mine are just beat.