Could it be there is a new sun on the horizon?

Just by being,

I'm here -

in the snow-fall.

- Issa

I'd bring you flowers everyday of winter.

Take the long way home.

Stare down night sky dot-pattern seeming endless.

I need my own space

Back to my brain like my brain is a home, while I roll with the fame I still aim at the throne. All my peers all sleep and I'm the only one not weak or am I unconscious dreaming I'm making this speech? Is this reality or my memory getting mileage, am I staring at the sun or blood vessels in my eyelids? Do I make music or is music making me, is this really all death or just my awakening...

I woke up in a cave
No air no light no shade
When did things turn this way?
I miss you on certain days

Where did you go?
You're always welcome here...

Built to spill
Known to thrill

Guess you had to be there for it.

I locked my dreams in the right box but I work the wrong locks.

I will show you all you need to know
You must hold on to anyone that wants you
And I will love you through simple and the struggle

If I had a tail I'd wag it.

Smile, don't look so serious. Smile, walk, smile, hiss... mourn over your butterfly wings.

The record plays very slowly, let's pick up the tempo...

you'd be better off not to know
of the wild seeds you let go
from your thorny fingertips

Invited the world into my home to show the bones stacked in my closet
A dumb little skeleton walking miles to chase a silly dream
Stubborn skull, split shoes, punctuated by abrasive feet
All the while stalking, walking, akward through the night

Holding the horizon hostage.

It's hard to leave when you can't find the door.

Why am I surrounded by assholes?

It's early, morning...
no one else is awake.
I'm back at my cliff.

Saw a beautiful girl on the corner of 9th and 18th st.