Chez Moi? Fall Out of Love Again

When you want to hear my voice,
Along trails, a favor, I will be beside,
For noise…
Shifting your spine in my direction,
A salty one, two, three…
Never to be absolute, never great promise,
Never forever.

A cue, curly Q,
By misadventure? Death?
A thought of good, bad and a deathly benefit.

I’ve seen all & all too many times now,
Too many stones throws away now, about now?
Was so cliché?
Is no cliché?
No way will I ever be cliché.

By the last way you know,
The last ways you’ve ever known….
Me,
Assail by the sea, in a cardigan of green,
Sailing away the sandy beaches,
Sailing away from all of your reaches.
It’s a long traverse, solitaire……
I know but I’ve never known,
The strong chords pulled away,
From birth to binding away,
To this very day and the last days to come,
It has been a long long long, sandy, traverse.

The personal, the intimate, all the ways we’ve been,
And all the ways you haven’t yet remembered,
Lost to personal hell,
To retract back from everything now………
Chez Moi?
pour aller a chez moi……

Wasteland in Damp Light

Resolved, unresolved, the blood still trails the past,
Silly but somehow this feeling won't seize to last.

Death in the look of my eyes,
in the ways i've grown to despise,
the whole fucking way,
the world's got in my way,
and i've grown astray,
since the stress stress stress of a day.

Let it all fall down,
for the sake of a girl,
a teenage girl,
took my world, away.

Don't have any want for fine,
if it'd not fine with you,
it wasn't the line, but it felt like it wasn't our time,
what's got into you?
Realizing paion, in this stupid fucking game...
Falling apart, has turned to an art,
you lit the spark, and walked away,
that so shattered me.

I am so.... such a broken man,
all i wanted was in my hand...

Just a medina Girl,
a teenage girl,
has taken my world... away,
and my heart apart,
and lay it across the floor,
turned my ways and made me poor.
Wastelands in a damp damp light,
moist like the words you hated hearing.

I want to make you miss it all,
regret the way you stepped so tall...

...the reverb plays and the people will say,
"What was it about that Fellow?"
All the boys together, and all the girls forever,
It'd be nice,
If it were all really together.