An Afterthought That Matters More

We are beyond what our bodies tell us what we are.

Janice Doesn't Come Around Here Any More

"Janice doesn't come around here any more."
A blanket of death-white moons collapse upon my brittle body,
Made sober by the past week's revelations.
I remember the distinct smells, underneath these sheets,
Lighted by the ghost of your breath.

Remember all the somber tunes we attempted to share?
I gasped for breath, you gasped out of laughter; where were our thoughts?
You can silence the words exchanged, but you can't revoke our shared breaths.
I can hear you weeping underneath these same sheets, two stagnant thoughts away.
We are but a single changed thought away from happiness.

Tasting the frothing lips that come asunder, quivering like a bloodied bee
Eyelashes made out of everything I love, thoughts as seductive as only primates must know.
Yet, you don't come around here no more.

Consider this a ballad,
A weeping wandering soul evoking reminiscent fancies like a gasping fish,
Emotional masturbation, at it's finest.

I am exactly the bashful carnivore that you assume I am,
I am everything you believe me to be.

So many stagnant nights spent staring at this...digital catacomb,
Why waste another blanketed moon?
Why don't we stop turning these hours into weeks, and just make the impossible happen?
Since it's all so possible.
I am but a single excused thought away from happiness.

Call me your worst mistake, call me a fluke:
I'd rather be the best than the worst; I'd rather be the worst than nothing at all.

Put me in that bed, tuck me in and suffocate me with the sweet smell of your anger,
Shock me with your unpredictable wrath, I am your volatile volt of classic chaos.
Turn and hide.
Run and quiver.
Turn and hide, run and quiver, turn and hide, run and make me your ghost.

I'd rather be on the tip of your blasphemous tongue than swallowed down whole.

Frosty fingertips gliding down the celestial mouth guilted into loving another.
Don't deny me this gift from God, don't spit it back to frolic within the realms of teenage fuckups.
Relinquish this bastardized mother that I suckle onto, give me back your gift.

All of these words come from the goddess, under these blankets made of moons.
She's a rude phantasm; she knows how empty she leaves these halls,
Where she walked, where she yelled, where she lay passionate.
She's too cruel: she knows exactly how hollow she's left this shell of a home.
Hell quivers at the thought of accepting her; Heaven turns it's head and accepts no call.
Where will we go now? What chapter lies riddled in this pungent mess of a man?
I am but one excuse away from fulfillment.
Janice.

Janice used to live here. Not in this home, but in these thoughts.
Janice doesn't understand the idea of home ownership.
We will miss you, but you are never gone.
You will miss me, but I am never gone.
Don't ever shun the solace that you can find within a moment's peace.
Just accept every twist and turn as an overpopulated modernity.
We are smarter than this; we are better than this.
We are but one phonecall away from sleeping well at night.


But you don't come around here no more.

Hurrah Song (final lyrics)

When you're sitting lonely upon some party's kitchen countertop

Holding a well-known drink you hope that no one sees, but I see you.

I'm so tired of nothing, some bland excuse to not allow some love.

I want to feel like my dreams are not fancy, but a preview.

Let's be reckless, and

Fervently honest, because

This fire's always burning, our hopeless hearts are yearning

For something that's worthy of passion.

So wrap your arm around mine, from hazy nights/new skylines,

This life's just waiting for us to begin.

With your head resting on my shoulder, all I hear are the best sounds.

An orchestrated choir of chaos and class, and art in your chest.

This town imprisons us with confectionery, ordinary.

Let's break out and find solace. A place to sleep, but never rest.

This fire's always burning, our hopeless hearts are yearning

For something that's worthy of passion.

So wrap your arm around mine, from hazy nights/new skylines,

This life's just waiting for us to begin.

WFEYSE (final lyrics)

Do you recall our past lives?

Do you resent our great lines?

Contorting maps in our minds.

Where do our vibrant souls go?

Where do these rapid pulses go?

They ride electrified bones.

Tonight let's become what we're meant to be,

But I've been dead for years.

Hollowed head, but void of vacancy,

Riddled with mute fears.

There's fervor in this testimony,

"We are all like balloons".

Hands are partnered in matrimony,

To cacophony...

On we march through clumsy love,

Out of sync with native drums

For future promise's hum

To make us whole.

Remember when we were cockatiels?

We drank on rooftops at night.

I chewed on my lips in honest nervousness.

I chewed on my lips in honest nervousness.

Remember when we stole our Glow? (I chewed on my lips in honest nervousness.)

We let our hair down as blinds. (I chewed on my lips in honest nervousness.)

Remember when we pronounced blood oaths? (I chewed on my lips in honest nervousness.)

We cemented them in lights. (I chewed on my lips in honest nervousness.)

Now we're no more than Vulgar Skulls.

Do you recall our past lives?

Do you resent our great lines?

Contorting maps in our minds.

Where do our vibrant souls go?

Where do these rapid pulses go?

They ride electrified bones.

One silhouetted ship begins to fall from Heaven.

Sails made from your anointed sheets do beat.

Two mechanical hearts beat out of time in the stern,

Set like cogs breaking down to different beats.

And three crewmates will orchestrate

Just how the S.S. Carnality will be shipwrecked.

One silhouetted ship begins to fall from Heaven.

Sails made from your anointed sheets do beat.

Two mechanical hearts beat out of time in the stern,

Set like cogs breaking down to different beats.

And three crewmates will orchestrate

Just how the S.S. Carnality will go down, down, down...

"All hands on deck! This is the captain of your ship!

Take down the masts! Say your goodbyes with Hospital Hands!

Remove the sails! Replace with nooses to free yourselves!

My condolences, To all who carried torches for our ship."

We're going down, we're shipwrecked.

Please tell me if this is worth trying,

Sailing these static seas.

Please tell me if this is worth trying.

Gutting these flawless dreams.

Please tell me if this is worth trying,

Blaring testimonies.

All in all, we're more than this,

We are all like balloons.

Ex Wives (Steal My Girlfriends) [final lyrics]

Teenage romance exhales such sweet sincerity

And allows us to rob each other of expectancy.

Vengeance is sweeter when the lover's bitter.

The fruit gets softer and peels with time.

An open heart makes for an easy target,

A thousand misdeeds' wrath will reign upon us.

Forgiveness is a carrot in the face of a stupid horse.

I stack shit highest, shovel shit fastest, feed me more punishment.

This joke of modern love, has taken a hard look in the mirror.

If breaking hearts is wrong, why don't you do it right?

This violent act guised as love, let it breeze through, don't open your eyes.

Let's keeping honing wrong until we get it right.

New York Bomb Appraisal (final lyrics)

Awake after all these missed fates

A lifetime in monotone caught on tape.

Tonight let's become what we're meant to, we're meant to be.

Disguised as poetry,

Too honest for you to notice me.

Tonight let's become what we're meant to, we're meant to be.

So breathe a heavy sigh of relief, and

Burn! Burn New York! Feel remorse

As these black clouds fill your lungs!

Come, Blood Foxes! Radical Wolves!

Come take back these songs you haven't sung!

So many clever responses,

Shut down mid-word by the Skull-less

(Come on and drag the coast, rob blind and make a toast!

I've got so many questions, punctuated by guns)

Is this what I've come to expect?

Applause from this callous mess?

Oh, brilliant knives! Fumigate this life!

Make good of this attempt at bashful violence.

Let there be no mistake: our lives are worth less than what we take.

For power, for mercy, for vengeance, for rivalry.

For all of those pretty things we saw you had but could never be.

Oh, we focused on execution, but not the outcome.

Glow (final lyrics)

Settle down, and rest your weary bones.

What solemn stories do you know?

Let that fountain pour out of your head,

Over your lips, and out the bed.

Where is your real home? Oh, how I wish I’d know.

Despite pseudo bloodlines, you can’t deny your glow.

Ambivalence, from both parents,

Stretched out to far lands, holding out careless hands

You hold, like grabbing hollow limbs of

Ghosts, vindictive and forgetful.

And we’ll just pacify with carnal carriages, cuz

They’re not coming to get you, no, no one’s coming for you.

And we’ll just pacify with carnal carriages, cuz

They’re not coming to get you, no, no one’s coming for you.

Don’t rotten acts make for good laughs?

And everyone believes the ones left smiling.

Where is your real home? Oh, how I wish I’d know.

Despite pseudo bloodlines, you can’t deny your glow.

Ambivalence, from both parents,

Stretched out to far lands, holding out careless hands.

But I’m a dangerous man, I just need a spark.

Oh, I’m a careless man, just give me a start.

The fires keep lapping, keep living.

With thoughts wired, we’re left to ask ourselves:

Where now? Just keep glowing.

Where now? Just glow.