Bend and Not Break
I catalog these steps now, decisive and intentioned
Precise and patterned specifically to your's
I'm talented at breathing, expecially exhaling
So that my chest will rise and fall with your's
I'm careful not to wake you, fearing conversation
It's better just to hold you and kepp pacified
I'm talented with reason, I cover all the angles
I can't fail before I ever try

Try to understand, there is an old mistake that fools will make
And I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away
So won't you hold me ? I will not bend, I will not break
Won't you hold me now?  For you I rise, for you I fall

I am fairly agile, I can bend and not break
Or I can break and take it with a smile
And I am so resilient, I recover quickly
I'll convince you soon that I am fine
Ghost of a Good Thing
I guess it's luck, but it's the same hard luck
You've been trying to tame
Maybe it's love but it's like you said...
Love is like a role that we play
But I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say

But you're chasing the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself,
As the real thing is getting away from you again
while you're chasing ghosts

Just bend the pieces 'till they fit
Like they were made for it
But they weren't made for this
No, they weren't made for this
Am I Missing
Sharp disaster in a fresh new coma
Was it worth it when it was over?
Proving yourself right
You'd make the biggest noise
Well, I'd lock my hands behind my head
I'd cover my heart and hit the deck
I'd brace myself for the impact if I were you

It's a long wait for an answer
Is there any news? Is there any word?
Was there trauma? Or a struggle?
Am I missing? Or was the body found?

Is there anything worth looking for?
Worth loving for? Worth lying for?
Is there anything worth waiting for?
Worth living for? Worth dying for?
Morning Calls
Morning calls for pain relief
A line above the step beneath
The worst that you could do
And the best that you could hope for, is hardly the best

Tepid waters chase the pills
With turpentine and chamomile
And don't get cheap with the wine
You need to be up all of the time

Shield you eyes, conceal your lies

Don't blink, everyone's watching
They'll think you're up to something
They need for you to be everything
That they cannot be themselves
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