The Girl on the Phone

Hideously emo… 6/07…

I’m talking to you
You’ve given me your number and address
You’re really nice
You tell me what your occupation is
You sound smart
Your voice is smooth and fuzzy and sedating
But also exciting
I can here a narration of many life stories in that voice
You’ve seen a lot
Your laugh sounds like the fluttering of an angel’s wings
I like you

I hear something nice today
My eardrums tingle
I can feel a passionate pulse in them
It’s like I’m sitting next to you
I can feel your electricity
I can feel your hands in mine

“Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“OK, have a nice day, ma’am.”

The Long Way Home
This is about retreating into one’s own world and getting lost in it

I made a left turn just to spite the right way
Chalk it up to bitterness, I felt so bitter that day
A minor mistake, yes I’m sure I’ve made bigger ones before
And I know I’ll make more
Passion lives and dies like a flower, loses vigor
I’m tired of having to be being bigger than what I am
It’s an unhealthy act of self-neglect
A criminal, a pitiful pretense
You won’t be seeing me 
Again

So I took the long way home
And bandaged my own wounds
They say all roads lead to Rome
And I think I’ll get there soon
See, I came across this path
And I don’t want you to wait
‘Cause I’m gone and I just want you to know
That I took the long way home

The calm that follows the storm is so placid
But it must’ve hurt; I’m sure that it did
The damage is somewhat a relief if the truth is to be said
Now I know all my limitations are within my head
These things come and go like rainbows, what’s kind of strange though
Is the glowing facade, the halo that you wear
That road won’t take me anywhere
I’ve got time but no more energy to spare
And as time passes by, I won’t even really
Care

So I took the long way home
I had all the time to spend
There’s no way to turn back now
But I’ll get there in the end
Still, as the rain begins to fall
I find that we’re all on our own
I’ll call you now and again from somewhere on the road
I took the long way home

In this town I’ve long outgrown
I took the long way home

THE VACANT BAR

Flowers grew between the cracks in my voice
From dusty bottles, sprites sprang, sang, rejoiced
They had finally found freedom, I cheered ‘em on
Put my beer down and sang them a song

But the bartenders were tired

They made the last call
And I had to say goodbye
To some of my
Best friends

The stage long-vacated by a band
That, played two songs
Both not too long

And the baron dancefloor sank deeper into the flames

Outside it rained
And it’ll never change
It will stay this way
Until the day
The morning comes
If it ever does

Still you can’t ever miss
What you never had
My wheels scuffed the floor
Where my feet once had
That’s all it is
It’s all I miss…

Outside the window
The ship pulled in
It had come back
Perhaps to re-stock the grog
But there’s nothing left inside it
So I won’t get excited
The owners have gone fishing
This place is out of business
And I’m still here