Crumb Romance is a Slow Dance
Kid Klone
I'm caught waiting
Standing on artificial limbs
Foam head and synthetic skin
Now I'm hating while they're debating
Because they waited oh so long
I might cry, I might cry, then I'll rust
See the way it broke me and the way it messed me up
See all their excuses just add up
Now I'm running out of clever things to say
The moth is low enough for the cat now
She is coming up the garden path now
Around the verandah and uh . . . Amanda
A penny saved is a penny
Let's take some time to keep in mind
I'm severing myself from lies that bind
And I will be here not feeling a thing
I will be waiting patiently
See the way it broke me and the way it messed me up
See all their excuses just add up
See all of my wires just tangle up
I used to be hateful she says
Then why has she come to take a look at me now
Oh how I've changed
Now I'm loathesome
See the way it broke me the way it messed me up
See all their excuses just pile up
All of a sudden being young's no longer fun
Love
I run into your house
I kiss you on your blouse
Don't you know by now
Is the same thing always right
Awaken in the morning await the night
Don't you know by now
Stay down it will be awhile
Stay down it will make you
Throw it off and wait to see
Goddess of hyperactivity
Don't you know by now
Shed the things that make you smile
Learn a lot to stay down awhile
Don't you know by now
Stay down it will be awhile
Stay down it will make you
Hey where did you go
Thought that you'd be back boy
Shoegazer
Stop trying to persuade
I did it to myself
Nonsense talk of better days
I'm so sure
I'm a pessimist
Then I'll be prepared for my inevitable shot and miss
I could have been beautiful, happy, and free
I could have been but that just wouldn't have been me
I know I could find the girl of my dreams
If only I could get to sleep
What if I was wrong about everything
It'll make sense when I'm gone
What if I was wrong about everything
All those times you sighed and wished me dead
And the saddest part is
I did it to myself
What if I was wrong about everything
It'll make sense when I'm gone
What if I was wrong about everything
All those times you sighed and wished me dead
Be careful what you wish you for
Mrs. Yellowfilterfinger & Mr. Pious
"It's worse to feel nothing than to feel worse," she said
It's worse to feel nothing than to feel worse, she's sad
There were a few things I left out
There were a few things I'd rather not talk about tonight
And all the stars and scars that I attend to
Make my life seem less lethargic than it used to and I'm used to
"I'm recreational, not occupational," she said
There were a few things I left out
You're my sunny weather, you're my sunken treasure
You're my brightest dope, hope I'll never hear nope
Lo and behold, you stole my pot of gold
Then you got caught with a potted plant
Grovel on gravel my knees
Begging you don't leave
Too bad
There were a few things I left out
Shards & Tweeters
She's in this big brown chair that falls back wards
He's raising rails, wonders if they're backwards
And now that scene is slowly starting to unravel
Just now his eyes gleam with the need of travel backwards
So this is where it all comes down around our bed and ends again
Say it's not our problem and as the dust settles in I'm sure we'll find one
Her heart won't mend
She wants what once was hers, do you remember
You broke what once was yours, does she forgive you
He spends himself in his entirety trying to get her in liquid
Drowning out everything I ever did or said
What are you a part of? Shards and tweeters
What your you a shard of now that you've made me happy
I will never love you I will always never love you
And his heart won't mend
It all looks the same in the end
I'm not young enough to know everything anymore
So this is where it all comes down around our bed and ends again
Say it's not our problem and as the dust settles in I'm sure we'll find one
I just clean forgot how to remember
What are you a part of, what are you a shard of
Nothing
She wants what once was hers
Carter
Take me too I want to be alone with you
Say you want to negotiate
Then block my way past frown
I'll just slip on through
Disenchanted I've seen it all
I'd just hurt myself why even get involved with you
People always think too much
And they lose touch with what's up
With no help I could only try
I'll just slip on through
A soft skull, a tiny hand
Carter didn't speak but now I understand with you
Say you want to validate
Then block my way past frown
I'll just slip on through
And as he overwhelmed me I began to see slowly
The no-sound, the come down, and grow old you
Just breathe and want to lose
Stuffed Animal
Well-to-do white boy what's the matter
Did all you parents' dreams just shatter
Or might yours come true
And what about the children you'll have
Will they be sad too
You're so corroded never had a shower
The pain will wash off in an hour
Then I will let you go
And your shape will be restored
Why don't you ever comfort me
Late afternoons, rhododendron tea
Why don't you ever comfort me
You me gazebo lie blue blazer backyard fly
Why don't you ever comfort me
Once was lost now I'm sound
Should have known I would have drowned
Peace in an hour
Welcome well no one is home
Your grandparents aren't home
You used to dream of me now all you do is watch TV
You can't move you're just there
The sun can bleach your hair
But I won't leave you trapped and alone
So don't look at me that way
Because I'm the one that brought you home
. . . Big time let down . . .
Once filled with wonder now I'm over and under
And I can see the roots from here my dear
Stay, stray
Celebrity Judges
Do you know so-and-so
No I don't know what's-his-name
Please leave me alone
I'm dropping out you're dropping names
Everyone who was anyone was there
They all had something to share
About so-and-so it went on and on
I'm in the corner speechless
Introductions were made
Reputations were at stake
Humorous cracks became personal attacks
Behind the backs of all those speechless
Every time I tried to wait up for you at night
Every time I try to do something right
While you were being known for being known
I'm in bed speechless
Little point of reference
You might see a dentist
You keep talking all that crap
Your teeth will end up in your lap
Celebrity judges
All their high price brunches
All their hutches box their rabbits
They're not friends they're habits
Crutches
Part scraping knee, part broken teeth
Half boredom, half bad night's sleep
I'm collapsing and I don't care
It's not like I'm without nothing to do
It's not like I'm without my bad days
And now she's coasting over me
She's over me
I told you so, the vim is gone
I wonder what went wrong
And now I know I'm in between
I've come to grips with what that means
I stop, did I miss my turn
What didn't I learn was I not around when roll was called
I stop, did I miss my turn
Another round when boredom becomes fear
Just give me something I can use
But with the knowledge it might be abused
I just sit in my room
I just stare at these walls
And now recall it doesn't help me at all
I wish I was in eighth grade
I could shoulder tap to buy a pack of Parliaments
I know I was underage at least I'd try
And now she's gone away, that's done now
And all my days end the same
And how I sit in my room and
Think about what could have been
I just sit in my room
I just stare at these walls
And now recall it doesn't help me at all
Implore
Where did you get your summer rays
I'm caught thinking towards the days
When summaries didn't cloud
And everything I did made my mother proud
Don't you ever compromise
Then you will see just where it lies
Underneath their best intentions
Where did I get those winter ways
If you want me I'll be outside
With my hands in my pockets
With my mouth on the ground
Don't you ever realize
It's not just those that I despise
But your lack of attention
It's just a problem you need
Swing
Did you ever get that letter that I wrote you
Said I hope you feel better soon
Maybe by then we could comprehend
How to work things out, how not to shout
When we sit down late
Mourning for the death of your ever-present pout
Every time I get the feeling things are going fine
I get this creepy little feeling climbs spine ladder to whine
It's just a something
It's just a none thing
It's just a problem you need
Need
Want
Conversion Scale
All this distance really hurts
Conversion scale just does not work
Metric tons, two minus one
Bottle caps in a pocket change tray
The weight is constant and heavy
Centimeters, inches, feet - they just can't compete
With all the while and all the miles
2332 Fulton St.
It's the haps you had a plane to catch
The wait is pulling teeth and steady
The wait is anything but easy
Perhaps the stories always end with me
Bottle caps in a pocket change tray
I think I get it, I think I understand
The way we planned, it didn't make sense
But then again, I'm probably wrong for you my dear
See her in the magazine
How's everything on her scene
Read her in the Interview
It wasn't half bad she said
It's late now I'm in bed and tired
Not quite drunk enough, forced to think for a while
Of why I never wrote or called
Or why I never did anything at all
Lie here in my bed alone
Try and block out the drone
Of that salad dressing month we had
She was right, it wasn't half bad
And somehow it just might make sense
I think I get it, I think I understand
Still I wonder I'll
I wonder
What if
What might have been
1,2
Among the coral and the kelp
I can sink fine I don't need your help
Or your cement shoes
That business suit looks better on you anyway
Shrugging your shoulders
Hands in pockets
Loneliness invades
Fingers find sockets
And now you know my gloves are off
Remarkably you're relaxed you sit and scoff
Because at the bottom of it all we both know
That these targets of mine will never fall
We can end up strangers the way we began
We can and we will write wills
I would hate for you to waste your precious time
I left a note upon your desk
PS don't worry I'm sinking fine