Here's the Story

Here’s the story/bathed in glory/I’d love to bore yah

Cause it just might make it possible

just might make it 

Didja hear the one/floral fib spun/well the night is young

And it just might make it possible

Just might fake it

Once I made it up now I’m making it

Once I made it up
                            
Here’s the thing/come up, see my etchings/you're just as fetching

And it just might make it possible

Just might make it 

Warm breathed whisper/I must insist ya/let’s rock paper scissors

It just might make it possible

Just might fake it
                            
Once I made it up now I’m making it

Now I’m holding you up

Used to be a good story it’s just a lie

Once I made it up now I’m making it 

Once I made it up now you’re changing it

Once I made it up now I’m holding you up

Used to be a good story it’s just a lie

Too Close to your Flame

It’s the same girl a different December

Say she’s not sure how we got past September

She’s seen all my clothes two times around

God only knows the jokes she never found

If I'd only known would’a lacquered and lingered

Around twinkle toes and pulled her ring finger

The cave of her naval the taper of her waist

She’s got a new wardrobe she’s got a new taste

Like a moth through the mesh a torch to the flesh

I got too close to your flame, oh and I promise it won't happen again

It was easy to find his place of business

The shop upon pine can I get a witness

Flipping out flipping thru Mechanics weekly

His hair was just so and his shirt was all Dickie

At his first floor apartment the shades always drawn

No contact order could keep me off the lawn

Figured he was afraid to show how sad life can be

Til you entered the fray with your very own key

A moth to the porch light into this good night

I got too close to your flame, oh and I promise it won't happen again

Too close to your flame

You always wanted me to work on my aim

Sweet sound it cycles, empty chamber of a rifle

Just trying to put out your flame

St. Valentine

Hey St. Valentine, help me find a rhyme

To make her damn near cry

I'm a semiphore, sitting on the floor waving you in

Not waving goodbye...

St. Valentine

Knee jerks petal pushers

Stupid cupid users

Make her damn near fine

Such a clever boy

But she's got chocolate joy

Making you win, not making you high...

St. Valentine

Let me find the lurid lures

The empty hooks

The sounds that stir

Some drugstore card

I'll fake the bard

3 Hallmark lines and a box of wine

Now she's practicing my name...

Beat you at your own game

St. Valentine

A Vida Blue Moon

Jot it down 

In your fakebook

Shaken my slope shoulder to take a look

Come at night 

Try to push

Away things that go bump in the afternoon

Under a Vida Blue Moon

Try to catch the world we lose

I’m pretty sure I dream, how ‘bout you?
            
If you heard hard 

I’d go blind

With a whisper and a wink, we’d work fine

Nose to nose 

Bonafide

I’d make it up for you, any time

Under a Vida Blue Moon

Try to catch the world we lose

I’m pretty sure I dream about you

3 Yards and a Cloud

That's my sun, it ain't yours

In the shadow of my car door

Flat jack and a broken tire

Past cow corn, wrapped barbed wire

Count the steps out loud

Count the cracks in the crown

It's 3 yards and a cloud

So keep it on the ground

Broke down till the end of the day

All that just to walk this way

Turn tail, pivot heal and go

Rust sounds good on the radio

Count the steps out loud

Aw, get oughta town

It's 3 yards and a cloud

What do we do now?

How do you get so low?

Count the steps out loud

Count the cracks in the crown

It's 3 yards and a cloud

So keep it on the ground

Harrydean

Recalcitrant ragamuffin rant

The TV is obviously spent

Half my life with soap operaic wife

And losing you, that makes twice

I’ll be living at the movies

‘cause you know they’re crazy for me

And I agree, life should be free

But why free from me, and Harrydean

Sits all alone in bicycle bones

Makes a slaughterhouse groan

The kind that ushers give, to me and my new friends

My new, at least ’til the end

He says expect the worst

And you’ll be so well rehearsed

When your best lines hang like curves

And you know all the words, aww, shit

And when the scary part comes

Is that a tear or a tear?

I close my eyes and hum

Then I volunteer for the deaf and dumb, dear

Like I’ve always done here

Did I make myself clear

Is that a tear or a tear on the screen?

Harrydean

Housekeeper of Home

If this was a dual then I’d be dead

‘cause I just got the words you already said

Just leave it to me and we'll be next to god

Slowly sweeten my tea but I can't do it all

Make sure they’d be some silly sinning soon

Stuck here with me in this messy living room

I spent the night, many a night

With the housekeeper of home

You’re keepin’ a secret domestic policy

Replacin’ your face in some issued magazine

Wish the way you treat the world was the way you treated me

There I go again burying the lead

Visiting sins I curl around your curves

Midrifting under some over-sized t-shirt

I spent the night many a night 

with the housekeeper of home

Wanna throw around the finest china 

The stuff we stole from Haley’s diner 

Make my point that much finer

Drag old dreams through the dirt 

Show me everywhere they hurt

Till we find the cleaner jerk 

Wanna clean up on a pinky bet 

Trapped with you in this safety net

Trapped with you

Settle down into this rescue 

Pass me the jar and I’ll get it loose 

SRO

It’s standing room only in a single room occupancy

Try to spend the hours sent me, but god don’t make it too easy

It’s bar talk in a flat, 3 locks and a latch

Lost dime got me down on my knees

But it’s standing room only in a single room occupancy

With a cardboard guitar wrote a song that was good for one day

‘bout the strangers I loved

Strangers they all could't stay

And they left me this map, falls off my lap 

Now the world lies at my feet

And it’s standing room only in this single room occupancy

Just need a coupla good things

hot plate, cold tap, warm spring

Just need to do a coupla good things

All within reach

The closet farmer found the closest pharmacy

Past the 7th Day Adventist who invents another day of resting

The taxis are alive with painted hoods that all shine

Now the world lies at my feet

It ain't this lonely in this single room occupancy

But its standing room only in single this room occupancy

Just need a coupla good things

hot plate, cold tap, warm spring

Just need to do a coupla good things

I'd like one more week

Wait your Turn

Everybody has to wait

Their turn

Everybody has to wait

I’ve learned

Say I don’t, say I don’t                     

Say I don’t, say I don’t

Everybody has to wait

Their turn

Everybody has to wait

I’ve learned

Say I don’t, say I don’t                     

Say I don’t, say I don’t    

Sentimental gentle winds

Are blowing in your face to cut the lines  

That make a smile    

Those temperamental gentlemen

Are blowing it as they politely decline

So polite  

Those sentimental gentle winds 

Are blowing in your face to cut the lines  

That make a smile    

Those temperamental gentlemen 

Are blowing it as they politely decline 

So polite        

Everybody has to wait

Their turn

Everybody has to wait

I’ve learned to say I don’t