Found in an old notebook...

I need to find somewhere to seep into home

Not just somewhere to hide that I’m all alone

But to dive in so deep

I just couldn’t say

How much I would die

If taken away

But getting my feet wet is just not enough

For even the air will numb those who are tough

Tangled and bound, I’m stuck on the shelf

Frozen from life and in fear of myself

But to dive in so deep

I just couldn’t say

How much I would die

If taken away

Paper, Rock, Scissors, Shoot!

C         E         F         G7 
This is just another song of how we’ll self-destruct
Some days I think it’s fate, but mostly it’s just luck
Now good and bad are relative – they don’t exist apart
And I’m absolutely certain that I’m relatively smart

C         E7         Am         F 
Don’t be sorry
And don’t be sad
Don’t let yourself regret
Take less than you can get
  
Are we responsible
For chaos born of chance?
Our brains aren’t more than byproducts
Of random happenstance
Is happiness knowing
And being still content?
Anything could happen
Until the very end
  
Don’t be sorry
And don’t be sad
Don’t let yourself regret
Remember what is left
  
Paper, rock, scissors, shoot!
Paper, rock, scissors, shoot!
Paper, rock, scissors, shoot!
Paper, rock, scissors, shoot!


Our hands are sore and faces blue
And no one knows what we should do
I’m pretty sure that nothing new
Has found a truth that’s absolute
  
Don’t be sorry
And don’t be sad
Don’t let yourself regret
Take less than you can get

Song For A Friend

C E F G G7

Lonely and tired through days I had been

working for something without understanding.

If just to be well and knowing what for

before living my life outside of Missouri.

Seemingly irrelevant how we should meet;

two silly sick people, a bit strange but so sweet.

So what you're a veggie and I like the meat?

We're still partners in crime and we don't miss a beat.

F C G G7

F G

Always walking and talking with too many smokes;

relight my cigarette, then you smile, make a joke.

I look from your head on down to the shoes

that you got for free after years of abuse.

C E F G G7

But you never cry, you just twist up your face;

you brush yourself off and you stay in the race.

But it's not about running, this is for life;

and I swear I'd do anything to make you alright.

When you're not with me, you live in my head

I call you at night for your voice before bed.

I worry about you, your grandma and mom;

it all scares me real bad, but I know that you're strong.

Now we're driving and laughing while secrets slip in;

I imagine you closer than we've ever been.

I don't want to tell you or give you the hint;

you might think I'm a creeper and you might want to split.

But somewhere between the mall and the house

I get the idea that you want something out;

something to tell me that you wonder too,

and I know there's no way around telling the truth.

And when the lights go out, you're lying there;

your face is framed with sweet smelling hair.

So I pinch myself now – are you for real?

How did we get here and how do you feel?

And the light comes on; you're standing there.

Just outside we'll be facing their glare.

I look and then scream it's not fucking fair,

but they're staring right back and they don't fucking care.

I miss your loud laugh, I miss being your friend.

Can I still touch your face, can I still hold your hand?

Your lips were like liquid when my mouth was sand;

I'm so sorry I asked for too much in the end.

But every night, I'll keep a low light out...

every night, I'll keep a low light out...

and every night, I'll keep a low light out, for you.