Sweetville, Ohio

Oh, how I always grow to love the middle man.

Tell me your pretty lies:

"I'm 'effin tired, let's get inspired, all that I'm sure of is, I long to be desired. If I seem confused, it's that I'm being taunted, by everything I ever thought I really wanted. If I'm being nice, if I tell you lies, seems I'm still equally admired and despised. I'm insecure, sure, I can't commit. It's not my finest trait, I'm not too proud of it."

Stale air will bring a stale me:

Im leaving, Im gone. Gotta go get my move on, I've been hanging here for days. Accept my resignation, give me my cheque. Please understand this will be the last peck, on your, your lips. I checked the weather forecast, not a cloud in the sky. My bags are all packed now and you wonder why, were a roller coaster, you're a roller coaster I swear.

And we cant afford the rent, this loves all but spent. I can barely sleep the night, dreaming about brand new spaces and brand new faces, yeah. Dreaming about brand new spaces and brand new faces, yeah.

Small mercies:

"So I want to get myself attached to something bolted down, so that these winds of circumstance won't keep blowing me around. From when I land to when I leave, there is enough time to sleep and sing. I keep running around, when all I want is to lay motionless."

One I adore:

Dissapointment is weighing me down.

I was riding shotgun in imaginary cars.

I am not a happy person.

I am sad.

I am lonely.

I am selfish.

I am sensitive.

I am regretful.

And.

I have absolutely no reason to be.

I don't shine if you don't shine.

There are stars in the night sky that look brighter than the others, and when you look at them through a telescope you realize you are looking at twins. The two stars rotate around each other, taking nearly a hundred years to do it. You might see a blue star, and realize only later that it has a white dwarf as a companion-that first one shines so bright, by the time you notice the second one, it's really too late.

Hey, you:

Please don't talk to me, I thought I'd be your girlfriend.
Please don't talk to me, you have a girlfriend.
Please don't talk to me, you are married.
Please don't talk to me, I'm too shy to make eye contact.

Through the view that comes with you, like they handed me my life for the first time it felt right. Thank you for making me see there's a life in me, it was dying to get out. Holding you we make two spoons beneath an april moon. Everything is soft and sweet. This cigarette it could seduce a nation with its smoke, crawling down my tired throat, scratches part of me that's purring. Softly stirring. Feet up on the windowsill, looking at all these trees I feel affinity with. Everything so soft and still-budding at my fingertips. Touching you I start to bloom. Alive with trains and passing and sweet upon your lips now.