My Little Song

I wanted to tell a story without writing a story. I feel this one.

My Little Song

 

So insignificant and small

Who knows it all?

How can we take the fall?

Should we be able to take them all?

 

Smile for the last time

Most of us want to be set free

But you’re fucked if you think I’m going to let you out

But you’re fucked if you think I’m doing it for you

 

Those sweet guitar melodies played by candle light

It feels like one step closer

But we’re only getting older

Too much longer and we’ll die colder

 

When you’re so tired and can’t fight anymore

Let me know and we’ll lie down and die

The Californian skies flying by

A damaged genius left here to cry

 

You’re fucked if you think I’m going to do it for you

They’ll hold you down

You’re fucked if you think I’m doing it for you

You’re too strong to stop it anyway

 

Don’t listen when they say I’m wrong

You know I say I’m gone

I want a whisky and a blow job

When the music will save us

 

Philosophy’s cracked ribs, a hold on your toes

Cinnamon graves alive in the night time

Your corpse will give us all hope

Some time to see the reflections

 

It won’t hurt too much longer

It can’t feel better to scream

The necrophilia is coming out tonight

The worming night shade with flesh

On his brain and a needle in the vein

 

The sweet piano melodies played by candle light

It feels like one leap closer

But we’re only getting older

 

 

The California skies flying by

Constantly animated

Downtown where all your sins come true

Jesus is your only answer

 

Find a fire and with the wind go

So full I don’t know where my head goes

Repeat my martyr for a fools time travel

 

I choke by me

I stand by me

I travel my long high dark low

With nowhere to go

 

Search for a zerohuman

It’s my eyes that won’t be lost

Show me a dirty little cloud

Tabletop shot stop and fall

Turn me around we’ll have us a brawl

 

Sweet sung melodies by candle light

When the bass drum takes out your lungs

 

I could stand there in a crowd

And not see one pair of eyes

Sing my little song so loud

While standing there so paralyzed

 

Every little thing that blows through the cracks

Sometimes just a little thing that falls through the cracks

Always just a little thing that peeks through the cracks

I can’t tell you I’m never going back

 

A little rustling of leaves that leaves me here looking pale

The changing of leaves that leaves me here looking older

A cellular phone that won’t hold a charge for me

A ringing phone that won’t hold a conversation with me

 

Sit me down with a broken heart and a busted knee

Tell me stories of the wounded scar and the burning tree

Let the tears fall like a child who has seen a bitterness

Let the tears fall down with your head on my knee

 

My sweet singing by the moon light

 

9/15/09