With morning hair I lie and stare At the time through glassy eyes And I'd love to stay in disarray But the sun had the nerve to rise And I smile proud
You're not as quiet as I thought You think I'm listening But I'm not concerned with what you learned from your best friend today I'd love to stand here
"We can still be friends" That's the consolation prize you gave me In hushed tones over gourmet coffee And I mean no offense But you were quite a waste
She is overrated She is overrated Saturday: she's going out tonight It's your turn to be Mr. Right, right now And she'll get breaking your heart down
What are you waiting for Wearing out the shore Under bloodshot skies And a pair of rolling eyes says that you've been here before A thousand times or
Seemed like a chill swept the room As you slowly broke the news And shock spread across each face Disbelief is soon replaced with blank stares Into nowhere
So if you wanna' kill me now, feel free 'Cause they will put me in the ground with possibilities But if you're gonna' take me out Would you do it quick
The night is young, and so am I And I need to live before I die And you can sleep when you are older And we are all here and it's not too late So I can
Staring down an empty page, he wrings his mind And wishes that his thoughts would somehow find a way To fill this bare and lonely place that lies between
My old drummer Josh gettin' married same month as the new one Scared me just a bit, but it was no surprise Found and lost his hand on a woman heart Now
Can't seem to shake the shadow That's stapled to my feet I've peeled it off so many times But now it feels just like a part of me Even surgery won't fix
It's all my fault for thinking I could have you once and that's all it would take to fill me up By now I've tasted everything, but somehow I still hate
And you were unexpected But not unwelcome 'Cause you can wake me anytime When I stumbled to the door Glad to let you in from The middle of this winter
I'm a clumsy kid holding a baby In a third-world waiting room Almost every time that I'm with you So maybe you should wear a shell That says, "Handle
And you say, "Change your ways" And I just might If you can get the pyrotechnics right But I expect no more than a sentimental feeling and/or A new T-
Interstate 37 is paved with good intentions I'm prob'ly 50 years from heaven But I'm 15 miles from hell With two lanes to myself So thank God for Derek
What a wonderful place With the clouds beneath And the world forgotten Where beauty finds a home Like the skin on my bones And the wonder on my face
