you told em that the words were fresh   resting on the tip of your tongue's wet flesh   but running from hysterical shouts   you dropped your guns and tore the taster out      and now you're passing out shuffling through coupons with a heart that's out of love   and there are stars on the pavement but none up above      you're stuck with sun-stained hands and a mind that only works in reverse      and irony blinks down the block   as the dinosaur is biting the clock      we both hear the   crooked king screaming numbers from up on the acropolis   and that they unfortunately match the ones contracting in your clinched tight fist      flip the pillow cold side up   and tell those motherfucckers you've since given up   that your life down the drain would be quick and free of pain   that the hand that once fed your family is severed, soaking in the morning rain   why keep trash when you can burn it down to ash?      flip your glass upside down   and let the last remaining drops slide to the ground   then stand up straight acceping your fate with a wicked little smile on your face   your apposable thumbs now broken and numb, you're the animal you'd hoped to become   and what's left of your love is rotting in a shredded doove      with feathers exploding above you      i was running and hiding from my dreams   and they were beautiful beautiful dreams      but when you're promising yourself to forget what you love   you think that maybe things are not how they seemed      so shift your eyes from the barrel to my shivering head   and god, tell me you understand      that i wanna laugh i wanna talk i wanna joke with you   but the pistol isnt leavin my hand      man gave me the power to choose my life   and im doing that the best that i can      ill cut off your face in one hot night   ill send another cold muscle to the land      this is a problem worth denying   i hear an unfamiliar siren      and all kids must forget   whatever theyve been learning   because the sky isnt blue when its burning      sipping up the thick, grey clouds   the overcast skies are exciting me now   the lazy light and its dull display   for some reason make it feel like a friday      when we're sitting with the city on the metrobus   wondering how we let our goals slip away from us      people come and people go   and doors are closing fast and slow   and they try to measure love with time   when neither has anything to do with the other      oh remember behind the bungalows   where the alley way met with the dirty patched below      where the fathers waited in the blistering cold   for a taste of excitement, setting fire to the goal      singing      all my work   god, what's it worth   but a nicer room to watch my tv in   and a priviledged kid with a selfish grin      high as hell   spelunking in the wishing well      over green green grass   they're all racing home   and though the crowd is loud   all absolutely alone      fire flies floating on the dirty air   you can put your car in park, get out, and run into the smog   or press down on the gas and murder your dog      who screams louder,   the tires or the animal?      the city   or the homeless man?   the spinning gears   or the mangled hand?      approach your life like the kiss   because the cradle rocks above an echoing abyss   and dont you ever fucking reach the lips   because without our dreams, everything turns to shit      there we were   there we stood   our bodies decomposing in the hundred acre woods      give me the wink of an eye   give me the shake of a hand   show me the bones beneath your skin   or i will never understand      how to keep from slipping into place   how to keep the ski mask over my smiling face      give me a trash can fire for the money we've been earning   and come on kids, please tell your mothers where it's hurting   and don't forget to wake up in the morning   because the sky isn't blue when it's burning