1. BORN ON THE CUSP

You've done your part taken for granted turned in time...Make this right, I gave up, now give up...Everything we ever wanted stayed the same...
Broken bones and cracked skulls feel like sore thumbs and headaches. To the nail sticking up that gets hammered down. Blood burning bright upon ripped lips tastes like the end of inertia and the start of our lives.
These days, I can't be aksed to worry about where the personas have gone...Whether or not they've ever made sense or to care what they were originally based on. And all of my good sense has fallen through cracks and left its mark in other places far deeper than I could ever imagine.
No one here gets out alive. 420 to fill it up.


2. HISTORY FELL IN THE HEART BROKE OPEN

12 x 12 lives to live...The dimensions of disaster keep this ark afloat with letters posted at the price of pride...And they fail us. Yet flow with the missed chance of one last taste of affection. You have nothing on these miserable jokes of intimate pasts and the rose coloured lense of truth. And all the unconscious unfolded unspoken - Remember - There's something to be said for the ones you think of last when there's nothing left to salvage from your fucking past. I've stopped drawing that scene and started speaking in tongues. A new state of mind is long overdue, it's time I inhaled with a new set of lungs.


3. BETWEEN MINUTES AND MILES

I've learned these years in pulses and rhythms etched into stone by leaving my heart in too many shells before really setting into my own. Take it away. And now I'm going through motions but not moving on, and I'm expecting irony to linger long after humor has gone...And what's left to feel when time tells tall tales of what may have could have never was...Solutions...Solutions always few and far between. Yet just ahead...left for dead...turned aside and abandoned to reality instead. And so we're aimless caught behind and left without, its worse than morbid and less than funny the way it's turned out.


4. LEND ME YOUR BRAIN (I'M BUILDING AN IDIOT)

You can lead the punks to reason, but you can't make them think, and lifelong trouble with the burning fists and angry hearts of america's young is a fear of the new and the narrow outdated tunnels they see the world through. And where to turn, but up ones own ass where the answers are free but shit nonetheless. We're used to the smell and content with the mess because a slogan's much easier than a second guess. And still we water paper flowers, thinking we've found the way for tomorrow, lest we forget: the empty heads will always be the first to try and kill what's already dead.


5. PUTTING THE PAST RIGHT

I will say this: 9 out of 10 times when you trust yourself, the inevitable finds you back in the place you've been begging to avoid. And when it all comes back to the identical conversations as insignificant as yesterday's, you hope to realize that your first instinct is always the right one: it's better to run from a death knell than to fight one. This is always true. Ironic that the first to argue is always the one you're on about, ironic that you're always the last to trust your own plans, and even worse that you're unavoidably the object of your own guilt.


6. 4A-030401

It's always hardest to discuss what you should, and you're never guiltier than when your intentions are good. And we're held together, but my arms don't stretch so far anymore and thought the situation taunts and the sleepless energy of a stranger scrawls random letters you avoid, the self absorbed frenzy of isolation, grief and nostalgia makes reality of myths and turns apology into indictment. These words kill. And it makes sense that we're here and it makes a mess to deny how far we're come and how much further we've to fall.


7. FINGER REDUX

Sifting through 3 years, 8 months and a handful of dust like shadows falling through a matrix of "wish I hads". And it's much harder to see how much space was taken when your chest pounds with the footsteps of those you've forsaken - its a shame isn't it? The way these hours spin out of control, and how the tighter your grip on the why and the how insures a faster demise to a here and a now. There's no strength in numbers is the one thing I've found, and you can't trust your balance until you've walked with your feet on the ground.