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Subway Stories - 'Crosses & Crutches'

I've never published anything that I didn't feel was done. This is far from done, but I wanted to share it anyway. Felt good...but, it's just *this* shy of being right.

Mining the field of my disasters
Drags the earth of all the things
Things that didn't happen
That didn't work out.

I made excuses for the way the world did not work out.
Used reasons packed with rationale
For why things didn't spin my way.

All my crosses I feigned to bear
The crutches I leaned upon to be here.
Crosses and crutches can't begin to explain
That all the reasons things played out the way they did.
Fact is, it all came down to fear.

Forgiveness is the doorway to the rest of life's big secrets.
Opening your heart from the seizure of the mind.

Crosses and crutches
Ripped from my clutches Of where and why and how.
Cannot lean on crosses or crutches now.

Subway Stories - 'Speak The Truth'

It's only there to warn you...
As you edge upon its place.
Truth will never harm you
Free you from your case.

The situations that loose you
From the things that truth beholds
Begin to pry
Begin to slide
The harder you try
The more it flies.

Speak the truth
It's the only way to soar.
Free yourself from yourself.
From the self you were before.

It's there to storm you...
As you sneak up on its perch.
Truth will never swarm you
It's the one thing worth the search.

The situations that loose you
From the things that truth contains
Begin to pry
Begin to slide
Tempers inflame.
Times enrage.

Never knowing who to trust or turn to
Couldn't tell the way to go.
The shards that were my life
Too heavy to throw...

Speak the truth
It's the only way to soar.
Free yourself from yourself.
From the self you were before.

Bedtime Stories - Similar Smiles (For @nikisnotes & @jakrose)

When we met, we shared a lot.
We talked about the things we shared
And the things that we did not.

When we met, there was distance.
We had space and time between us
But there was no resistance.

Time passes, Clinked glasses
Learned about life
From all of the masses
Of people we brought
To the party we sought
To throw for the love of our lives.

Similar smiles.
Grew across miles.
I was there, you were here.
I would do anything to be near...

Similar smiles.

When first we met, we shared some things.
We talked about the ways, the means, the rings.

The rings around Saturn
The rings 'round the sun.
We talked about rings,
Until I gave you one.
Time passes, Clinked glasses
Learned about life
From all of the masses
Of people we brought
To the party we sought
To throw for the love of our lives.

Similar smiles.
Far fewer the miles.
Right now, I am where you are.
From here, I'll never be so far...

Similar smiles.

Subway Stories - Slip and Fall

Broken hearted.
Broken boned.
Working on it all.
Getting it honed.

Token child.
Token home.
Weakness in it all.
Feel so alone.

Last time I fell in love
Was more a slip and fall.
Didn't know what I was in for
Couldn't see the sky
Couldn't see at all.

Stoke the fire.
Broken, mired.
Slip and fall
Is all.

Broken hearted.
Broken boned.
Working on it all.
Getting it honed.

Token child.
Token home.
Weakness in it all.
Feel so alone.

Last time I fell in love
Was more a slip and fall.
Didn't know what I was in for
Couldn't see the sky
Couldn't see at all.

Stoke the fire.
Broken, mired.
Slip and fall
Is all.

Stoke the fire.
Broken, mired.
Slip and fall
Is all.

Barstool Blues - 'Good As Your Last Goodbye'

The day is done
Sun goes down.
Not a thing left
In this town

Since you left
The place is gone
My heart keeps singing
This old love song

You're as good as your last goodbye.
You couldn't look me in the eye
Couldn't even tell me why
You had to go on and get out of here.

Is it too much?
What is your fear?
Had to go chase that big career?
Well, it makes me wonder why...
You're as good as your last goodbye.

I didn't even say I love you when I left.
Couldn't begin to know how to fall upon that crest.
The world's harder, colder, bigger than before.
I could no longer take our every-morning-war.

The day ends
The sun goes down
Not a thing left
In this town

Since you left
The place is gone
My heart keeps singing
This old love song

You're as good as your last goodbye.
You couldn't look me in the eye
Couldn't even tell me why
You had to go on and get out of here.

Is it too much?
What is your fear?
Had to go chase that big career?
I don't know why...
You're as good as your last goodbye.

Good as your last Goodbye.

Subway Stories - Pretty Sure I Know

I'm pretty sure I know
Who said the things
You said
I'm pretty sure I know
Who did the things
They did...to me.

Subtraction from reaction
Leaves little else behind.
Little doubt
As to who or what or why.

Floating to the surface...
Shows all the world's awry.
All the time that passes
Shows that all we do is die.

I'm pretty sure I know
Who did the things
They did...
I'm pretty sure I know
Who said the things
You said...about me.

Walking paces in my shoes.
Staring faces in the eye.
Footsteps stand empty
The sands of time...they fly.

It is all too precious
Time and sand and stone.
Breathe it in...spin around.
Feel it in the fiber of your bones.

I'm pretty sure I know
Who said the things
You said...
I'm pretty sure I know
Who did the things
They did...to me.

They don't know me...they don't know me. They don't know me...

Subway Stories - 'Lonely'

In a room full of you,
I can't find an ounce full of me.
Drives me to drink
Drives me to sleep.

I would rather be lonely
Would rather be lonely
Than to be all alone with you.

Hidden from view
Are the things I do...
To keep a smile inside.
Hidden from you
Are the choices I make
That make me die.

I would rather be lonely
Would rather be lonely
Than to be all alone with you.

In a room full of you,
I can't find an ounce full of me.
Drives me to drink
Drives me to sleep.

Let's raise a glass
To the time passed away.
Learning all the things we must say
Are harder than things we must do.

Let's raise a glass
To the things that we did.
All the words that were said
To the end...

In a room full of you,
I can't find an ounce full of me.
Drives me to drink
Drives me to sleep.

I would rather be lonely
Would rather be lonely
Than to be all alone with you.

Subway Stories - 'Some Friend'

How does a friend get rated?
How's a friend become a traitor?
Walk the tightrope between me and see...

If he's been banging your door
The minute I walked from the floor
What kind of friend of mine is that?
Some friend, some fiend
Same guy, same scene.

Wondering what you see in him
You didn't see in me.
What song I didn't sing?
What flowers didn't I bring?

If he's banging your door
The minute I walk from the floor
What kind of friend of mine is that?
Some friend, some fiend
Same guy, same scene.

Loyalty's a luxury
Love is yet a mystery
I get lost inside of me
Sinking in the misery.

How does a friend get rated?
How's a friend become a traitor?
Walk the tightrope between me and see...

Subway Stories - 'If I Were Gone'

If I were gone...
If I'd erased myself
From this place
I held
If I were gone...

Would you find the courage you need
Would you find a way to exceed
This life you've lived
So far.

I know I cannot carry
All the things I want for me
Sad and barren lands
Lie between me and the sea.

If I were gone...
If I'd erased myself
From this place
I held
If I were gone...

Would you find the courage you need
Would you find a way to exceed
This life you've lived
So far.

Subway Stories - 'On The Tracks'

Whatever falls on the tracks
Isn't as valuable as you are.
What if I left myself down there?
What if I fell...

The demons that posses me
Are the same that progress me
The horns they wear Are the same that tear...
At me.

Solemnity dictates direction
Proclivity consumes consumption
No matter where I run
There's a gun...

Whatever falls on the tracks
Isn't as valuable as you.
What if I left myself down there?
What if I fell...

I fell through a hole in a wall
Couldn't bear to see it all
Jumped back through time
Got back up to see the fall.

Slipping around time
Sliding through the haze.
Feeling like the world could end
Seeing the end of days...

Whatever falls on the tracks
Isn't as valuable as you are.
What if I left myself down there?
What if I fell...

The demons that posses me
Are the same that progress me
The horns they wear Are the same that tear...
At me.