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Odyssey LP (2017)

Odyssey

Outside the lake’s a cataract

It stares up at the sky, blind to the aftermath

We all attend a nameless funeral

You could say it’s sad, but reason has to call it beautiful

So I burn my clothes, the ones I curse when I’m alone

And I trace the night, an architect of shattered sky

And all the things I fear fade away with the coming year

A resolution in the chaos that I made

But I’m not weak, my brain’s a hurricane

Of sky and sea, Poseidon’s set a broken

Curse on me, I’m not the one who bleeds

With every odyssey

Our new deceit’s an old perfume

It masks nostalgic times, forgotten crimes die in the fumes

But polaroids still hang in darkened rooms

The kids these days hold tight to each other in the womb

And I shovel days into the dirt and dust and fray

And I keep the score of everything I have in store

I got good at feeling pain, until no obstacles remained

A resolution in the chaos that I made

But I’m not weak, my brain’s a hurricane

Of sky and sea, Poseidon’s set a broken

Curse on me, I’m not the one who bleeds

With every odyssey

Feel the weight of cold upon your shoulders from the lake

The words you drowned leave a bitter taste inside your mouth

Whatever you have sheathed will throw itself against your teeth

Until you have the guts to let it out

But I’m not weak, my brain’s a hurricane

Of sky and sea, Poseidon’s set a broken

Curse on me, I’m not the one who bleeds

With every bruise that blooms on me

But I’m not weak, my brain’s a hurricane

Of sky and sea, Poseidon’s set a broken

Curse on me, I’m not the one who bleeds

With every odyssey

 

Memorial Day

We were all waiting for the month of may

To cut our long hair and learn how to walk away

Now it's gone

And now you'll never stay

We were all waiting for the month of may

To wash our dirty palms, covered in paper mache

Now it's gone

Remember memorial day?

Helicopters fall from trees and bury me in bad news

All I want is to dream again so I can see you

Listening in the morning to Phaedra sing the blues

All I want is to dream again

We were all waiting for the month of may

Before we cut our teeth, we bit our tongues in dismay

Now it's gone

The setting sun's tooth decay

We were all waiting for something to say

But when we woke up it was labor day

Now it's gone...

 

KW

In streets still soft with sleep, whisper words that are worth the dirt beneath

Verbal arrows that you brought shot down the moon in a parking lot

I hit you in the dark, my fist imprinted with your teeth marks

And your skin struck cobblestone, realigned like a broken bone

If you play it right, keep me on the line

Hold your knives so tight, til your knuckles turn white

Every glove that fits was stitched by hypocrites

No one else to blame, there’s no reward for a wicked fame

Your eyes still follow me, like cigarette burns in a sweatshirt sleeve

Like a space you couldn’t fill, you can try to drown me, but

I’m hard to kill

You can struggle for my stride, cheer me on from the side with your pretender pride

I’ll forgive but won’t forget all the pain of your swaying threats

If you play it right, keep me on the line

Hold your knives so tight, til your knuckles turn white

Every glove that fits was stitched by hypocrites

No one else to blame, there’s no reward for a wicked fame

Just when we hit the dust, hands smelling like coins and decaying rust

Your heels were hazard-high, just the kind of crazy that would

catch my eye

Your instructions still prevail, just a few canthrows round Crooked Tail

Your sling and slang in speech feels just like a lucid dream

If you play it right, keep me on the line

Hold your knives so tight, til your knuckles turn white

Every glove that fits was stitched by hypocrites

No one else to blame, there’s no reward for a wicked fame

 

Arizona Stars

My heart is like an old apartment

An empty suitcase in the dark

Some people pack their things, some people see what morning brings

But in the end they depart

I try to remember the better times

Beneath the Arizona stars

And when the morning came, it painted all the cliffs with flame

But those days seem so far

I try

But striving for perfection is a waste of time

I apologize

But all these imperfections are mine

I think that arguments are blinded truths

You only see them in a certain light

You stand on solid ground, but love and grace could not be found

So what good comes from the fight

I try

But striving for perfection is a waste of time

I apologize

But all these imperfections are mine

I think that life is like a jack pine

We cycle through the growth and fire

When someone burns us down, we rise up through unlikely ground

And this time we grow even higher

I try

But striving for perfection is a waste of time

I apologize

But it wasn’t all for nothing in the scheme of life

I try

But striving for perfection is a waste of time

I apologize

But all these imperfections are mine

I try to remember the better times

(My heart is like an old apartment)

 

Crow's Feet

Your smile is just like a caution sign

Road kill crow's feet around your eyes

Blue veins of roads just keep rolling on

Maps to the heart that we dwell upon

And when I'm uncertain, I pull back the curtains to see

That when I feel worthless, it's cause I've accepted defeat

Sunset stains like a nectarine

Stop by a belligerent cash machine

Gold lines, structured and comforting

You asked why I am suffering

All that I wanted was something to cradle my faith

Sometimes I will lose all I have just to see what remains

Sometimes it's like living a

Car crash, hot flash

It takes someone bleeding to get you believing

A record spinning

Obsessed with the end when it's just the beginning

Don't ask me to hurry

Impatience is simply the least of my worries

A soft expression

Is just enough answer to keep all the questions at bay

We all risk the chance of mistakes

Cause we all need a little pain

You kept your heart on a glass display

But truth is a ridiculous waiting game

Sad tales without a conclusion

Are part of depression's illusion

In crossing the nation, we gain confirmation of fact

When it's never enough, it's because there is nothing attached

Sometimes, it's like life is a

Car crash, hot flash

It takes someone bleeding to get you believing

A record spinning

Obsessed with the end when it's just the beginning

Don't ask me to hurry

Impatience is simply the least of my worries

A soft expression

Is just enough answer to keep all the questions at bay

We all risk the chance of mistakes

Cause we all need a little pain

It's like the cold stars are holepunches in the face

Who knew that the absence of love is all it takes to change your mind

Consider what you've left behind

You've only walked into a

Car crash, hot flash

It takes someone bleeding to get you believing

A record spinning

Obsessed with the end when it's just the beginning

Don't ask me to hurry

Impatience is simply the least of my worries

A soft expression

Is just enough answer to keep all the questions at bay

We all risk the chance of mistakes

Cause we all need a little pain

Car crash, hot flash

You've only walked into, you've only walked into a

Car crash, hot flash

 

Earthbound

I write to stay awake, light dies quicker in the winter time

Wolves line the city streets, all that’s left is a tired crime

I’ll sleep away the cold, I’ll wrap myself up like a twisted wire

Coiled like a rattlesnake, bites burn just like a bush fire

I’m in shock, I’m in shock

I’m in shock, I’m in shock

I’m a switchblade renegade, my heart’s buried in the junkyard

Covered it in kerosene, burned it up in cold regard

I’m a switchblade renegade, I’m not stand up, I’ve got lies down

To the core, I’m a carnivore, I will never be earthbound

Dark bites away the sun, leaves behind its shy twin

Light’s there for anyone, I have had my fill within

My thoughts break like falling glass, shatter when I try to let them out

Color cracks, I can’t take it back, I wish I’d never opened my mouth

I’m in shock, I’m in shock

I’m in shock, I’m in shock

 

I’m a switchblade renegade, my heart’s buried in the junkyard

Covered it in kerosene, burned it up in cold regard

I’m a switchblade renegade, I’m not stand up, I’ve got lies down

To the core, I’m a carnivore, I will never be earthbound

I will never be earthbound

I’m in shock, I’m in shock, I’m in shock, I’m in shock

I’m in shock, I’m in shock, I’m in shock

I’m a switchblade renegade, my heart’s buried in the junkyard

Covered it in kerosene, burned it up in cold regard

I’m a switchblade renegade, I’m not stand up, I’ve got lies down

To the core, I’m a carnivore, I will never be earthbound

(I’m in shock) I will never be earthbound

(I’m in shock) I will never be earthbound

(I’m in shock) I will never be earthbound

Nightlife

We used to ask where the power came from, and when it would go out,

What would we do when it got dark? Hold candles to our doubts,

On the first day of school, you stopped holding my hand,

The day the streets opened wide stole my letters, talked you

out and inside,

But you loved the nightlife, always a new shade of blue

The swiss army jacknife never seemed to suit you.

So I found someone else to ask my questions to

With eyes like candles on the wall, a flash of cobalt blue

He wasn’t quite like you, until you ran away

I left my coat by the stairs, you didn’t notice I had nothing to say

But you love the nightlife, always a new shade of blue

The swiss army jacknife never seemed to suit you.

Was it too dull for you, was it too dull for you,

Was it too dull for you,

I would have carved these brittle bones,

If you’d asked me to

But you love the nightlife

You love the nightlife

You love the nightlife

But will it ever love you?

 

The Sound A Watch Makes When Enveloped in Cotton

Outside everything is so cold
Her eyes turning you right to gold, and it all happened so, so fast

 A blue light caught in transit on the nightstand, you couldn’t stand it
A hot bed and the cold sheets, felt like sleeping on the concrete    
Brainfreeze and your blood’s hot, you got one shot, and you’re

cold, cold, cold
Godspeed to the saviors, couldn’t save yours
And she’s gone
And it all happened so fast

Outside everything is so cold
Her eyes turning you right to gold

A blue light on the down low,
Your heart’s a black hole, and an elegant radio
All you hear is the white noise, it cuts and destroys
Flashes back, 
And it all happened so fast

Outside, everything is so cold
Her eyes turning you right to gold
Outside, everything is so cold
Her eyes turning you right to gold

Do you regret it?
Do you regret it x4

 

Cut Me Down

Monday morning spent the night conforming

To a Tuesday’s preparation pace

Wednesday showed me to the girl Naomi

With the black hair obscuring her face

Thursday had a tangerine taste lingering

Like old sweat clinging to your shoes

Though the daylight’s curtains close, these memories

Still falter from daily abuse

Don’t cut me down

Just cause your voice is loud

It doesn’t mean a thing

If your pendulum won’t swing

Friday got into a fight, they didn’t last

A chance against her in the end

Why give everything you’ve got when all you have

To do is just simply pretend

Wrap this all around your shoulders, like a spool of

Wire to fuel your circuit dreams

Spend your life conducting one false light

And you will feel like another machine

Don’t cut me down

Just cause your voice is loud

It doesn’t mean a thing

If your pendulum won’t swing

Sunday’s just another Monday, tinged with

A procrastinator’s frantic fear

No regrets until the weekend ends,

I’ll just change myself at the new year

Don’t cut me down

Just cause your voice is loud

It doesn’t mean a thing

If your pendulum won’t swing

 

In The Morning

Well it's almost 5 o'clock, it's almost 6 o'clock
It's almost 8 o'clock and now she will go home

And sometimes, in the morning, she tries to forget
sometimes, oh the drive home, it's a long, long ride
She cries, she cries, she cries for no one

Oooh, oooh, ooh, ooh

Well it's almost said and done beneath the setting sun
It's almost said and done, and she will close her eyes

And she drives in the drive through, to get her daily fix
The fizzy cherry cola passed her menthol lips
She tries, she tries, she tries for no one

Oooh, oooh, ooh, ooh

See them run from convocation
Living lives of deviation
See them run from convocation
Living lives of deviation

She tries, she tries, she tries for no one
 

 

Chekhov’s Gun

Even gold turns black under the soles

Broken CDs in the potholes,

Out of reach just like the things you can’t control

Eyes caught in brighter lights

Oh dear, the fear will never fade

It hides between the fine lines of your face

And maybe this will fade with fame

Or shadow you like a given name

Sometimes truth’s disguised in a tangled shame

You hide away inside your room

Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same

You’ve got it figured out

But people aren’t logical

They’ll drink the glass regardless of how full

They live oblivious

To days that burn like cigarettes

And fall in piles of things you soon forget

And maybe this will fade with fame

Or shadow you like a given name

Sometimes truth’s disguised in a tangled shame

You hide away inside your room

Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same

Your life’s a power play

Your curtain’s contradictory

You shred the script and fake your victory

It’s hidden in peripheral

And so it glints like Chekhov’s gun

The shot goes off, and yet the show goes on

And maybe this will fade with fame

Or shadow you like a given name

Sometimes truth’s disguised in a tangled shame

You hide away inside your room

Close your eyes so nothing’s changing

Not a moment’s left worth taking

Everything’s mundane, nothing else remains

Cause change and pain will always feel the same

 

Stitches and Seams

Sometimes it’s so heavy

It sinks like a stone

Into the pocket

Of my ragged coat

And just as in life

I walk outside alone

To the place where the trees

Are 500 years old

I’m critical, cynical

Say what I mean

I’ll find the gray

Underneath all the green

Cause it thrives in the salt

Of the earth, just between

The lives of the hopeful

In stitches and seams

If I can’t speak my mind

Then what can I leave behind

One fingerprint cannot survive in the dust

The strongest inventions will all turn to rust

The wisest intentions can’t live without trust

If life is a story, what’s out there waiting for us

Sometimes it’s so bright

That it burns up the dark

The state of the world

And the state of your heart

You fight your whole life

Yet it tears you apart

But wildfires are born

From the tiniest spark

If I can’t speak my mind

Then what can I leave behind

One fingerprint cannot survive in the dust

The strongest inventions will all turn to rust

The wisest intentions can’t live without trust

If life is a story, what’s out there waiting for us

If I can’t speak my mind

Then what can I leave behind

One fingerprint cannot survive in the dust

The strongest inventions will all turn to rust

The wisest intentions can’t live without trust

If life is a story, what’s out there waiting for us

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