The Last Dying Star

A wounded boy floating loose in space
was amazed to come upon a dying star
and loving how its light felt upon his face
he forgot his every burning scar

So he took it, stole it right out of the sky
heading for an oasis hidden in the desert
hoping to make it there before his star should die
he prayed that the moon would heal its hurt

Now the heavens thundered learning of this theft
and sent down torrents to avenge the crime
but on seeing that the star was all the boy had left
the rains carried them safely to the edge of time

Where they were let into the heart of a supernova
to rest safely in the bosom of creation
yet the boy, seeing his star's life was nearly over
was forced to carry on to their destination

By now every creature had heard of their flight
every animal, every tree and every grain of sand
such that at each step closer to the desert light
the boy and his star found a helping hand

But when at once the star's light extinguished
all of nature shed tears of utter disbelief
and the boy disappeared as his star had wished
carrying nothing with him but grief

They wont say what became of that wounded child
or how long he survived the desert sun
but i hear he still cries out there in the wild
counting the stars and missing just one.

True Crime

I had to stab you in the heart
and make sure the blood would never cease its flow
that my tree would never grow
from where i yanked the roots apart

it's the only way, don't you see?
to be free of me, just to Be

i had to sting you in the eye
to shoot and watch you die
knowing i pulled the trigger
so that no matter how much i pled
if you lived or returned from the dead
you would never turn forgiver

You would never take me back
i had to shed your trust
and make sure you would crumble into the dust
at the ferocity of my attack
the only way to save your life
was to taint you in hatred and strife

its the only time my love was true
this morning when i murdered you.

Lemonade

Tearing away at my fabric
the magic's in absentia
drowning in dementia
sitting by the phone
standing, pacing, suffocating
facing the closeness of being alone
waking, thinking, breaking down
lying here waiting to be found

and it's empty

the clock tick tocks in casacades
i block out all the lip locks of past days
and turn bitter
not knowing who to blame for the growing pain
its a crap shoot and we crapped out
the type of dispute we laughed about

water under the bridge
hang in there, kid
water over the damn
's the only way i know to be a man

The Brew

I'm sick of being the villain in this fairytale
hocus pocus, gotta keep focused
the same ole, same ole's turned very stale
maybe there's just not enough love for both of us

so i hit the brew
its the only way to keep from thinking of you
and thinking i'm wrong

Is she eyeing me, this saucy minx?
Methinks she is so I play it cool
I'm no fool but- Oh! how this stinks!
I love my girl so i turn my stool
and face the other end of the bar

but not too far

just enough so i am not cheating
and, damn, is my heart beating
pumping, thumping, bursting
first things first-

i can offer her a drink
and if worst comes to worst
if it hits the fan before i have time to think
it'll atleast cure my self-destructive thirst
cos lets face it, clean or sober
we both know this is over
but we play masquerades
yet i never took to such charades

the minx is still eying me and i eye her back
she bends over and i eye her rack
that was intentional, most conventional
easiest way to trap a fly
is to slap it in the eye
and boy am i drunk!
this minx's got me super funked

so i'm sorry now for what i'm about to do
the wierdest thing's just struck me true
right before i crossed salvation into taboo
my very last thought was of hurting you.

Jess

She liked to wear her hair in curls
that was her thing
I didnt sing much about it
just tried to give her the world

she wouldnt take it
she believed that i could make it
she'd say, "tomorrow is yours for the taking"

Do you know what its like to have someone believe in you
especially when there seems no reason to
except for that spark of magic they see in you
her faith was all i had to to see me through

Yet i never told her
I look back on it now that I'm older
and i know it was best to let it go to waste
because just maybe her faith was misplaced

just like the curls she loved to wear
i spent hours longing to touch her hair
and now when i pull out this photo of us and stare
i see who she thought i was and wish i was there.

Time Machine

I used to count the hours
and have to take cold showers
cos of the spiritual hold you had on me

Now i'm without a clue
of whats going on with you
and whether or not you still want us to be

I'm having trouble manipulating time
so this is me hoping for a sign.