Texty:
A Day At The Fair

I've taken to much into all I want to be. This ghost in me is far from leaving... I feel claustrophobic thinking, that my skin is a prison in itself.

time zone's and city lines. And these days are long but new, and I share them next to you in postcard's and mail that needs sending. I'm forgetting to send them at

is cloudy as if it's been raining, and this sunny city life is held in empty hands, the pacific is looking so wonderful tonight, with a cinderblock and a

your face on my mind all exempt from feeling anything at all it's there where I had known you now I live to breathe and think that your o.k. a world

lethargic as it may seem this closure is all that we have and the neon light on my heart is still blinking vacancy I'm not ready to throw your tears away

. There's things I feel that scare me to death. I've got a lot of fears I'll never fight until the bring me down for the count. I'm living in a world

a painful understanding, of the clarity of love, and how it leaves you, it leaves you alone And you travel through this world, with the better part of me, keep it as a

never knew, the day full of wonder that life has had in store for you. Tomorrow was something you gave up to ignore the truth. That somewhere outside a

to the seasons where these corners and cracks of this street are still leading me home this tongue just keeps tying itself, unspoken words from the mouth of a