just me and my guitar - my brother Paul told me I had to keep it real, so that people knew that I actually just sit down and write and that I needed to let people know what that sounds like... and I believed him, so here it is
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lived for a year without much of anything...this was written in that middle of that time
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it's hot as hell in this apartment where I stay
there's nothing like a hint of breeze and out the window, mummied trees
deny me with their lack of sway
if I could I'd grab a branch and swing myself so far and free
instead I only drink my beer, pretending that I like it here
but I'm not fooling me
and I've been here before in the fade of evening light
I send my words, like a flock of birds, like a vagrant s.o.s. tonight
and here in boxville nothing is the way I thought that it would be
and that is disconcerting
here in boxville everything falls into gray
I scribbled on a cardboard sleeve " I know that you are missing me "
I'm as sure as I can be ... but I'm the one that's hurting
I packed up everything I own and some things that I don't and it's in boxes
they surround me
oh my god, how it astounds me
I am the way I was newborn; I am simply bare
how much of now is yesterday and memories are the clothes I wear
and I've been here before, choked with words I cannot speak
it's really something - to be tied to nothing - and it makes me strong
and it makes me weak
and here in boxville nothing is the way I thought that it would be
and that is disconcerting
here in boxville, everything falls into gray
I scribbled on a cardboard sleeve "I know that you are missing me"
I'm as sure as I can be, but I'm the one who's hurting
hey this is hard, hey this is lonely
hey I don't know where I'm supposed to be
hey I'm in transit, dandelion drifting, hey are you listening
can you hear me? in boxville...
I'm a faded photograph, I'm a kite without a string
got the sky before me, might be bound for glory
but a bird can't fly with a broken wing
here in boxville nothing is the way I thought that it would be
and that is disconcerting
here in boxville, everything falls into gray
I scribble on a cardboard sleeve "I know that you are missing me"
I'm as sure as I can be
but I'm the one that's hurting
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