There Is A Whole Where Something Was

Stalemate eyed. I know you think of me as your ocean liner. Just because the Titanic sank doesn’t mean that it doesn’t still exist. I promise to resurface soon.

Blood loss from the head rush... meanwhile time has taken it's toll, and I'm all out of change. On the road again. Reconnecting with the places and faces that got me running in the first place. They've got sunshine in syringes. But I'm a vampire.

The stop signs on memory lane are covered in snow. Skull and cross bones the next time that we cross bones.

It's Not My (de)Fault

My smile left a bread crumb trail back to New York City. Here the only flights we take are down three flights of stairs.

Stormy weather in my head. I feel stapled to the starless sky and told to outshine the moon.

When they remind you that 'the worst is over now' they mean who you once were. White lies for a white Christmas.

The Last Time You Came Through

I need you and this city more than ever. The directors cut just wasn't deep enough so we will have to rewrite it all. NYC will be for angels and kings this week.

Such a happy mess. The invisible man staring back at the clubhouse mirror.

This isn't quite madness. It's clarity, but I may never live up to the hype or the hope. This holiday season is for brand new wishes on an unlucky clover.

Without You I'm Just Me

Cursed is the boy who didn't give up on the world when he first realized it would stop spinning. They gave up betting on me when they realized they weren't winning anyway. I have eyelashes longer than how far their faith lasted.

Speeding tickets down memory lane. Break free not hearts.

The great unknown clutching a map, a compass, and the feeling of direction in the wind. In love with the way that the air tastes a little more fresh when it's on the tip of my tongue. Behind my teeth I'm hiding the sound of applause fading into laughter.

Days have been adding up more like negative scores than X's on a calendar. Rolling my eyes instead of the dice. My DNA only spells out her name in a secret code anyway.

Phlegmatic

Laika was sent into orbit to die... allowed to disintegrate upon re-entry. 'You can't go back'... could be the saddest words ever spoken, and the hardest ever felt. Gotta get out of love and this town.

I remember staring down Park Ave at the rain heading our way from SoHo. I'd give anything to out run the storm with you again. The next time you're in the city listen to the way the whispers in every room sound like your name.

I've never been right for the lead role. Forever the favorable understudy. I am just the shiver in your pocket when his hands are on your thighs. I've lost the place where our bodies separate in my mind.

They say that all roads lead to Rome, but the empire has fallen. I guess we are all really going nowhere.