Six Alarms

(I love writing Punk lyrics for a band that doesn’t exist.)

I set Six Alarms on your phone

For the nights I sleep alone.

You’ll say “the hell?” at 1:00 AM.

And wake up pissed at 2 again.

Something’s wrong for sure at 3

By 4 you’ll start to know its me.

That 5th alarms the last? its not.

6 is on your Echo Dot.

If I can’t sleep you won’t either.

I hope you catch a gnarly fever.

Contentment is Learned

Life is as good as you make it.

But those who have it better than us fake it.

Because, good is a matter of perspective.

My life and yours are not respective.

Life is a series of decisions.

But most of us have different visions.

Because choices change by the seasons,

My life and yours are for different reasons.

So don’t get your hopes up, but keep contentment ready.

So when someone cuts your ropes up, your mast can hang in steady.

We’re all just lost at sea, where some of us float better than the rest.

But learning to swim is free, so kick your feet and paddle your best.

I Can’t

If I can’t write you something deep and show you what is right,

How am I to be there when you fall?

If I can’t speak a work, and keep you up at night,

Should I be writing you at all?

 

I want to blow your mind.

Or somehow slow down time.

Point a pen in your direction and make you think your brain is mine.

 

 But I can’t.

 

 I’m missing that spark, that pop star flare.

That light in the dark to make you stare.

I’m just me.

 

I’ll never have the look, that award show given face.

Like a plot hole in a book I’m out of place.

I’m just me.

 

And I can’t.

 

I want to write a page of history,

Be a chapter all alone.

Your favorite part of this story,

Bring in ratings on my own.

 

But I won’t.

Because you don’t know who I am.

 

I’m just me.

 

And I can’t.

Bury Me Alive, See What Happens

**I’ve been listening to a lot of My Chemical Romance, Pierce the Veil, Motionless in White, Falling in Reverse, Asking Alexandria, etc.. I’m not in a band. But this is my Post-Hardcore song. No actual thoughts of violence behind this. Just trying to sound angsty.**

 

Feel the cold all pressed against you.

Steal the soul and past back to you.

Soil from the land around you,

Foiled like their planned “end” of you.

Chorus: 

Burst up from the ground.

Take back all you found.

Blow your “friends” a kiss before you put them all back down. 

Reach your crazy hands straight up.

Breach the daisy, roots cut up.

Fix your posture, stand right up. 

Sticks break noise, the town wakes up.

Chorus (Yelling):

Burst up from the ground!

Take back all you found!

Blow your “friends” a kiss as you smile, PUT THEM DOWN! 

 

(insert massive metal-core breakdown)

RAIN HELL!…

No one gets away!

PAIN FELL!…

All. earth. ends. today!

Burst open the ground. 

Put back all you found.

Blow the world a kiss after you burn the whole thing down. 

 

Winter’s Fall

Remember then when I took your hand,

In November when we walked again,

Through vineyards and the orchard lands.

I wished my friend, it would never end,

And it hasn’t.

See, we are still walking if you can imagine it. 

You asked me where we were going, 

Following without knowing…

I didn’t have a clue.

So to you,

That night, I told ya:

“Wherever the left leads the right, and vise versa.”

When leaves fall from my heart, may they take me to your soul.

Because this Fall I fall for you, my Autumn Tree, my Doll. 

Moreover then, around the bend,

In December when we’ll walk again,

Through snow storms and the winters wind.

I hope my Friend, it’ll never end,

And it wont. 

There is always room to fear, but I don’t. 

You’ll ask me what I’m thinking

Peaking, blinking, speaking..

I’ll reply, shy:

“This is all my dreams are made of, 

This Journey, with you, my Love.” 

My Early 2000’s Punk Rock Song

Your eyes are all that draw attention.

My eyes, have made your eyes their penchant

If only, I could gaze at them forever,

Though my face, it may never manage this endeavor,

Ever.

And I’m afraid to play this song

What if she doesn’t sing along?

I don’t want to hear her apologize for leading me on.

How have you been? How has been school?

My day had been good, yours? cool.

Yes, you’re fantastic, I could stare are you for hours.

No, you didn’t ask it. I’ve been talking to the flowers.

And I’m afraid to play this song

What if she doesn’t sing along?

I don’t want to hear her apologize for leading me on.

You have the prettiest eyes, I really love your shoes.

Marry me tomorrow, at my funeral, pay your dues.

And I’m afraid of what she’d say

If she knew i felt this way.

Would someone dig a hole, and label it my grave?

I’ll be there.

And I’m afraid to play this song

What if she doesn’t sing along?

I don’t want to hear her, Sorry for leading you on.