In N' Out

In many ways, In many lines,
It's all about getting her to the motel,
Sleazy life in tempted phases,
Partial joys of a runaway queen,
The love between two
Expressed as an unexciting love,
The war between three
Making love like this artificial.

In summer days, In the night time,
It's all about getting her to the motel,
Expenses delivered, money growing on trees,
Questions of a lover,
And she's called a whore,
No one seems to imagine
What would have happened
If you took the highroad.

Everything doctored,
Taking in control
The things we do,
The things we think is love,
We're living lies
Because we're afraid of the truth,
In any ways she wants.
Everything matters
Even if you're artificial.

What is ....
What is ....
Get her, get her,
The truth is ....
The truth is ....
Do you love you?
Is it all about getting her to the motel?

Everything In-Between

I'm happy without you,
When the truth collides
Harm can't be stopped,
You're just looking for
Someone to blame,
With no control on your life,
Constantly pissing for time,
Still the same after all these years.

Do what you want,
Do what you feel
Is fit for your needs,
Do what you will,
Stuck in a corner,
Out of touch for so long.

Coming through those doors,
Looking lost and trying to get sympathy,
Tumbling tonight,
Causing friction,
You know you always do,
You say you're not to blame,
Must have been somebody else,
It can't be you because you're innocent,
Lost in these years,
Out of touch with your feelings,
Thinking that you're a queen,
But you're nothing but a ....

Do what you please,
Just leave me out,
Do what you feel
Is fit for your needs.

Diamonds, crosses and everything in-between,
Stepped out, stubborn, something's up your sleeve,
Tuning out, marching on, filling out your void,
The heart of hearts, the lack of taste.

Roses (in December)

Summertime, likewise on the other side,
Reaching for forgiveness,
Everything erased
By your scent,
The scent of roses.

Keeping me awake at night,
Through these eyes
And your life, likewise,
Free-falling due to your scent of roses.

In the corner of the room,
All by yourself,
Writing what's on your mind,
Now I'm writing about your sweet smell.

Roses,
The scent of roses
In December,
Even in the summertime.

Roses,
The scent of roses
In December,
Even in the summertime.

The noises on-and-off in the head,
The empty bottles found by the bed,
Phones been ringing non-stop,
Laying on the floor are the roses that I've bought.

Mornings like a hangover,
Afternoons spent catching up to you,
Saying hello would be a start today,
Saying goodbye is what's on my mind.

Petals scattered on the floor,
In December,
Even in the summertime.

New York City

There's this thick air
Covering the city,
But I've got to walk,
I've got to figure this out,
Made mistakes,
Past on chances I've should have taken,
Time on my side
In this darkness,
For now, nowhere I'm heading to,
It's cold, and I'm walking,
Walking through this mess.

For now,
Nothing is clear,
In the street tonight, all alone,
Dark.

No pressure to get me to cave in,
It's midnight and it's quiet,
And everything feels perfect,
Until I go back
And realize I haven't
Figured it out,
In this heartland, where's the heart now?
If only I had all the answers,
In this night, this walk,
In this fight to get myself
Back on my feet,
All these chances.

For now,
Nothing is clear,
In the street tonight, all alone,
Dark.

I've got places to go,
I've got love letters to write,
I've got roses to smell.

I've got too much to say,
I've got nothing at all,
I've got to figure this out.

Nothing is clear,
No lights lit,
Just walking
And leaving my footsteps behind,
In the street tonight,
This ache in my heart,
The spinning in my head.

Confusion In The Dark

Her love, her disruption,
His hate, his confusion,
Missing confrontations
Because he woke up late,
Looking in, looking out,
Wondering where to hide,
Something's not right
As he held her hand,
Pushing for something other than a kiss,
Sum of all the opportunities he missed,
Working in, working out,
Leaving everyone behind.

Her sweetness, her misery,
His missing light, his pleasure,
Arriving early
Despite all the distractions,
She's living a double life,
But nobody knows,
Promiscuous and wanting it all,
Trying real hard to figure out what's wrong,
She' not determined, just selfish and cunning,
Working in, working out,
To keep everyone on her side.

Confusion in the dark,
Attempt to join these waves,
Nothing else matters,
Confusion in the dark.

We've tried to be
What others wished to see,
In plays and in private company,
We've lost and turned to sorrow,
All this time we've been transparent,
Blind to what we've done to ourselves,
Streamline,
Aching at the pit of our stomachs,
Too late for anything,
Just confused in the dark.