Your echo is too loud
Could you take it down a notch
Maybe I’d stop looking at the ground
If you’d stop thinking with your —
Well, anything was fine with me
But now that’s just not true
Yeah you’re tainting my coffee
‘Cause my sugar’s just not sweet
And you can take that puppy dog tail
Place it, find it another cause
Maybe something useful
Like wasting wine and cheap cigars
But then I would have to feed you
And Betty Crocker went out to play
So I guess you’re on your own huh
Slurred Lines
There was too much space between the platform
And the track belonging to the homeless
Whose liquid lunch made the distance blurry
But pronounced the length to which she’d go to
Close her eyes and drown them in the filthy
Footsteps that took him to the conditioned
Indoors where bleak repetition made him
Drink when he touched the doorknob of the home
In which she paced the floor hoping that they’d
Grow to be different from the way scared kids
Cling to the violent concept of the love
That everyone is looking for or making
Up as they travel but never arrive
Since there’s too much space until the platform.
Justice
As soon as the words are on the page
The time is different
My mind is changed
Each beat is eased
Good or bad
It’s captured
That feeling
The ache
…I hope I did it justice.
