(Slow Harm)
A golden alibi
because it’s not a lie
I crawled up here to die
Out of spite
By leaving you this mess
I sure did teach a lesson
Something left to fester
Will eventually best you
Something dead in the crawlspace
A solitary something snuffed its flame
I’m scared of looking in
To see what’s doing it
Reaching such heights
Just to see the tops of heads
This little light
Couldn’t make you look at it
Sleepwalking decisions
and waking up to hate them
threw a spitball at a friend
but maybe it’s for me instead
Something dead in the crawlspace
A solitary something snuffed its flame
I’m scared of looking in
To see what’s doing it
Hiding out in the walls for days is easy
As long as I know it drives you crazy
It’ll be fine as long as there’s still scraps
Make my sawdust lair a home with lit match
It doesn’t bother me does it bother you?
I can turn it down and drown it out
Though to be honest I am getting spent
of this shitty punk house where I pay rent
Throwing a punch to break the fist but missing
Making the very same mistake when pissing
I can close my eyes and breathe
But it’s a slow harm
Make some movements to believe
But it’s a slow harm

(Something I Can Keep)
I cannot show my face out there
I might just see you anywhere
And what a shame to be reminded
Of wrongs I never truly righted
Pity
Saturated doubt
A sponge you can’t wring out
Damp forever with disdain
Here together me and pain
Pity me
It’s something I can keep
Flattered to be chewed to bits
Who’s to blame for all of this
Maybe we just didn’t vibe
Mutually cannot thrive
Pity
Little price to pay
To get you off my case
You almost dug too deep
To the bedrock underneath
Pity me
It’s something I can keep
What a pretty thing to hold
To wear it down with nervous thumb
It’s a totem I’ve come to love
A stone with purpose in its scars
A surface marred by feeling
I wish that I only knew its meaning
But at the very least
It’s something I can keep

(Junk Drawer)
Save me something fresh to eat
For when I get back on my feet
For now excuses are a treat
A quarter century of candles burn on that cake
What a strange bitter taste
To seal it like an envelope of strictly business
Nix the frivolous wishes
To have the fire in my mouth and it’s burning out
And still so recently found
Will the stuff that I’ve collected stand initial blast
Or will it all turn to ash
Save me something fresh to eat
For when we get back on our feet
For now excuses are a treat
A quarter century of life under silly spell
Tied up with the way I felt
The truth is almost too surreal to account for
Throw your plans in the junk drawer