Motivational Speaking
Can you take me back to those days when all we had was each other. To those days of basement walls? Everything was easier back then.
We’ve all moved on to other things since then. It’s hard to stay the same for so long. Eventually people fade and thats just what we’ve done.
‘Singing songs, friends sing along, makes you feel at home.’
But really, all thats left is a seat that you used to fill. A place that can’t be taken no matter how many new friends drink in your chair.
Where would I be, if not with you? if not with me?
Thank you for offering nothing but brighter days.
A Song For America
Follow me to the river and watch the ghost ships sail in. At night the water’s current sounds like the footsteps of all of the people who aren’t around anymore. No one’s around anymore.
I’ve watched this city change. I’ve seen it in every face I pass, every lane I walk down, every store front that opens, and every one that closes. If you look around you’ll see it too.
I am the ditch digger’s hands. I am the coal miner’s lungs. I am the rough faced father’s restless eyes working through another sleepless night.
No matter what we do, no matter what we try, they will make sure it fucking dies. This town wants us to fail.
I’ve been searching for my own American dream.
But all they could say is it’s for the greater good and left us to wonder what that really even means. So as we try and build ourselves back up from nothing, we realize we’ll never get anywhere beyond where we started, and wonder why we even tried.
[…It crossed my mind that god might not be able to hear me with all the wind and the rain, so I stood in the middle of the intersection and began to pray. Nothing. I began to pray harder and faster, begging god to hear me. To bring back my mother. To ease my father’s mind. To end the dust storms and the plague. I dropped to my knees in the deep mud of the path and started to cry. Screaming at the top of my lungs. Hands grasped tightly above my head. I looked towards the sky. “What will you have me do Lord, what will you have me do?”
But there was no reply.]
U.S.A.
Swamp People
Wake me up, in an unfamiliar place, so that I can walk myself home with that same fucking look on my face. Like I’ve known nothing along. Like everything I ever thought right was wrong.
Designated Driver
Nothing’s the same anymore. Everything I’ve ever known has been taken away from me. So what am I supposed to do now? I want to feel better. I want to forget, but as much as I try to I still feel the same.
How long do you think I can ignore it before it tears me apart and I’m forced to face the fact that no matter what we’re helpless against the things that try and destroy everything we’ve ever loved. And we’re left alone and with nothing. I have nothing.
It’s times like this that I wish I could cry.
It’s not our lost things or our bought things but those countless nights on porch swings. Thats what I’ll remember most. The father, son and holy ghost. I know that you cared for me like I for you, and I’ll always hold that with me because I know you’d do the same. As long as I know that I’ll be alright. I’ll be alright.
“I’ve got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine. I’ve got a love and I know that it’s all mine”
