that lie you're living, how's that working out for you?

Song Lyrics

I don't want to let you go
But it hurts my hands to hold the rope
I won't be such an easy mark
You're no better than a lonely sailor
And all the candles on the cake
All set fire to the gate
Turn the canons toward the boats
Now we're drowning in the moat
It was the end of all of the rowers' hope
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
If you call, then I'm coming out
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm going to let you
All I want's some earth and seed
To only grow the things I need
But first I must find my way back
And you go lay out on this track
In youth I had an even keel
Now I'm not sure what is real
It's taken me this long to learn
That every day you dig for worms
And once they're gone, they don't return
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
If you call, then I'm coming out
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm going to let you
Woah, to get you
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm going to let you
At dawn the fire snuck into your bedroom
Now I'm falling asleep to forget you
How darkly the dark hand met his end
He was withered and bony
Exposed for a phony
But we heed the last words that he penned
"Haste to disgrace the traitor
Do not wait 'til later"
I don't think that you've got to pretend
I see God in birds
And Satan in long words
But I know what you need in a friend
So now when I leave you, I hope I won't see you
How darkly the dark hand met his end
He was withered and bony
Exposed for a phony
But we heed the last words that he penned
"Haste to disgrace the traitor
Do not wait 'til later"
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
If you call, then I'm coming out
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm going to let you
Woah, to get you
If you call, then I'm coming out
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm going to let you
At dawn the fire snuck into your bedroom
Now I'm falling asleep to forget you

Sink, Brand New

In the end,

I don’t care about fucking sea imagery

Or having breadth and width to my writing.

I don't care about secrecy

Or covering up my feelings.

Please, call me a stalker, call me hung up,

Call me the spawn of the devil.

Writing takes all the bad stuff out of me

And puts it on a page

A page that functions like a jar

And the publish button screws on the lid.

All the nightmares, and hurt, and lies

And raw fears that plague my brain

Go into the jar,

And I can look at them and laugh

When the lid is on tight

And they can't get me anymore.

So let me say what I need to,

So my fears don't eat me alive.

Because not saying a word,

Might just kill me.

All I want to say is,

Don't talk to me about not working.

It has nothing to do with that.

You screwed me over,

You lied,

You played the wrong chick

Because I was it

And now you shoved it away.

So im gone, trust me

I’m out of your way,

And I can’t see any part of you anymore.

But you already knew,

It was already over,

I don’t need some beach scene to tell you that.

The Sea

Sometimes I feel like the sea

Could swallow me whole

Like my cries and wishes die upon its waves.

I’m afraid of its depths

Scared of things I can’t see

Pain I can’t stop

It makes me think of death:

Death in pointless or power trip wars

And crying real, ugly tears

And suicide without saying goodbye

And blood and guns and things that

That plague the darkness behind my blue eyes

As my feet step deeper and deeper

And I can’t see them anymore;

As my legs go numb,

And so does my heart.

The water rushes in

Leaves me to rush back out;

Swept it away, gave it back to me

Like a present I was lucky to have.

Hearts simply rising and falling with the tides.

Didn’t want to say hello,

To look at the shine on the waves

Or trust in fate

Cause all I could see was the falling tide.

Love, sweet love

That grew as empty as the dune neighborhood

Beyond the beach.

It's been bought out by the airport

Just a skeleton of what it used to be.

The silence is deafening

The pure desertion is sickening.

I don’t want to go to the beach anymore

See frayed shorts running down the sand

I don’t want to see the game I created

Thrust its finger in my face.

Deserted dune streets and LAX lights

A whole airport, a city

Shining fake, phony, empty stars

Onto my back.

But shining on the beach,

Shining in my eyes,

Trying to light up my heart

Is a sky of burning fire

And endless hope.

That’s where I really turn.

It's all that I need to be.

Simply looking down on

A fading scene of you, me and the sea.