i gave this to nick, and he wrote a better second verse that i don't have. he played it for joy, and she cried and kept making him play it. this song's leading to a real band for me. =)


(Untitled #50)
Standing on the corner of Martyr and Idiot
your hair, is it caught by the wind,
as you throw yourself into that crowd
of people all poised to attack?
but now you’re not really sure what you were thinking
and you are begging and wishing
that these actions
could be taken back.

but we can’t
and there’s many reasons why
your pretty head has become so bothered
that you just watch the present pass you by.
living in moments that we’ve already conceived;
not understanding that you’re stuck in memories
that they’re wiping clean.

do you remember the day our block flooded,
I was eight and you were twelve?
we walked in the high water
our feet turning forty shades of blue.
and just nine years later this place has turned to hell
for both me and you.

there’s questions we have never answered
because they lead to so much pain.
but now ignoring them is useless
with you so far away,
residing in your coma,
there’s no reason left to try.
I just want you back in Columbus
so that my heart can finally die.