I want

I like simple things
reds and greens
double long dreams
sweet cream in drinks
and powdered sugar teeth
I have but simple wants
girls in lacy leather tops
men in bright bow ties
children surrounded in lies
everything in mint chocolate
simple things yes I want them

Down the steps

What’s it worth to you
a little how do you do
more smile with less tooth
the truth is bluer than blue
an image in the snow
written yellow in white coal
the moan it’s so damn old
a recording warped and scored
what’s it worth to you right now
can you pay for it somehow
pull the pocket lint right out
smile big and large and wide
take the picture from the right
the side we never hide
the one done up so nice
come alive and dream forever
what it’s worth to you you’ll see
something so cold you can’t believe
drink the drowning kiss from skin
amused by what it was worth back then

Foolish little girl

The girls they used to sing
about the ones who fell
fell down into the dreams
of the lives they never had
the boys they should have kissed
the ones they wish they didn’t
called them marionettes
always light but oh so critical
of regret and so relatable
the girls they used to sing
foolish little girls
doing such predictable things


I am the princess lost
lost to disillusion
in a world so ruthless
can’t find the means to use it
the voice beneath these lips
the tongue that thoughts so kiss
broken little dreams
useless little things
I am the princess lost to flowers
open hearts that belong to cowards
cads that lose their dignity
begging on the floor for me
disillusioned but still glad
this world is ruthless
my mind grows mad

Going back

I wanna be a clown
but they took it from me
my red nose no longer beeps
can’t entertain
can’t suck my teeth
I’m dreaming in those greys and black
can’t keep coming from the back
I wanna be a clown
but my shoes are flat
no more squeaking pants don’t sag
they took it from me
took my laugh
nothing fun about not going back

Champagne singing

Tell me what you see
inside the pink champagne
tell me all the bubbles sing
drink the sound away
and dance until the morning comes
the light begins to sway
dreaming in the honeycomb
the milk and flowers pray
tell me what you see inside
the golden ring displayed
the pink champagne and bubbles clear
the sound of singing can be heard
tell me what you know
do you see the sunshine bleeding
the flowers never grow

Sandman screams

We sleep and dream
of where we might not be
a time to sleep
where we no longer bleed
fear it comes
and knocks upon the door
we drown
we fly
we do not ask for more
than laying on the floorboards
laughing on a shelf
bringing up the children
reminding them of health
teaching them to go clear
and how to sleep too dream
to be wide awake at midnight
to hear the sandman scream

Don’t drink enough

I don’t drink enough these days
I don’t know just what to say
can’t keep dreaming in my grave
just want to rise up from the ground
keep the dirt out of my teeth
my nails all off the blood it leaks
I don’t drink enough these days
don’t take the pills
don’t drink the sage
I don’t have a lot left standing
broken boredom might cause branding
I’ve got scars all up my arms
I don’t drink up no more stars