The Convict

everybody speak your minds, but don't say a word.

my headaches are gone.

tell me the truth but make sure it's false.

i'm old enough to tell whether you're there, away, or here with me.

strike off a mile to the left from my bench and i could be right next to you.

the books are piling higher, just as my thoughts do.

and they're always in favor of you.

your old magazines and paper fairy wings buried beneath the floors of your bed, just like you said.

"is there something undefined?"

there must be something intertwined.

"is there something on your mind?"

YES, there's something on my mind.

because you always said that i could be the one for you.

and in the morning you'd wake up and think of me.

but at night i'd be the last one you'd ever see.

at night i'd be the last one you'd ever see.

because at night you'd never be with me.


i never thought it was about who was good for who,

or what we do in making it true.

i just thought it would all go away,

next tuesday will be good if i stay home. Again.

baking sweets all day just waiting for small updates,

and truth be told.. they taste better than you.






i've spent the last day and a half working on this..

it's so offbeat and phonetically terrible, though.

but i've made amazing progress with it so far as a song.

it's the only one i've stuck with lately.

for some reason, i love it.

the way i sing along with it makes it almost sound like a rap.

with a bounce up bounce down rhythm during the busy lines.

then i listened to more of This Business of Art.

and my technique is very similar to that.




anyways... i'm just sucking down second thoughts.

i just want to trade in my old shoes for new feet and watch low-budget telethons.



oh, also... sharon bought me tegan & sara tickets for the davis show at freeborn hall.

..stoked much?






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goodnight.