It never gets easier

I still sing along to the same songs.
I laugh at the same jokes.
No news is good news.
Sitting in park and riding the brake away.
Follow the taillights.

Don't hate me.

This message will self-destruct...

Comfort can come when and from where it is least expected sometimes.
Another night playing chicken with the sunrise, but never feeling more alive.
Is it funny how trying to be original can turn into conformity?
"Trying to stay afloat in shallow water."
The masts are holding up your sails that will pull this vessel out to sea and away from here.
The plumbing has sprung a leak, but the workers are all on holiday.
So let the basement fill up and drown like this life.
Or take the wheel and leave this fear.
Beauty is more than skin, it comes from all angles.
I'm through being cool.

These messages are all manipulations. +dm

Clouds our way

I've been absent for a while.
Not idle though, more like lying in wait.
Early mornings have a new look to them.
The sun paints the sky blue and my face with a smile.
I don't know if someone has anything to do with that or not.
Summer has almost reached it's end, but it's not over by a longshot.
We've still got plenty to do.
Night swimming should be number one on the list.
I love when movies imitate reality (my current reality at least.)
We need to get around the campfire again.
Nothing like crackling flames behind a soundtrack of good bands and best friends.

I don't want to be the lake that supplies the rivers of your tears. dm.

¦±¦

I feel like a bug that's been stepped on, but can still twitch a few legs.
I sit in this bubble as the world passes quickly by.
There's no protection from the coming rain.
My gut speaks, but no one is listening.
This is my white flag waving.
Rise and then collide.
Turn up the music to avoid confrontation.
Sometimes it just feels better to give in...
it's you I can't deny.
Indecision is playing loud on the radio.
I need some anesthesia, too.
Knock me out and pick me back up if I fall.
I know I'll be safe here.

Aim for me

My mind is holding my life at gunpoint.
Can you feel jetlag even if you were driving?
Obsession isn't always a bad thing.
My eyes are the bow and my thoughts the arrow.
I'm aiming for the apple of your eye.
Bring me back home.
(dm)

Genuine and unprepared...

I feel like I'm always saying goodbye.
I'm leaving tomorrow night for Chicago for the rest of the week.
It's going to be a busy day tomorrow, but on the way to fun.

Today was pretty awesome. Jimmy, Mandie and I went to Red Bank to meet none other than Kevin Smith.. the man himself. We did just sit around on the sidewalk for about 5 hours, but I had a good time anyway. Meeting him was great, he was really sociable and nice and took pictures and signed all the shit I had. He's really as cool as everyone makes him out to be.

My fears are rising as I'm covered by the shadow of men more than me.
Fading out like an amp that's lost power.
Scars without stories or successes.
Silence, can you hear me?
Let guilt subside.
It's not what you deserve.
I light up in the night just to illuminate you.
Don't hide who you are.
Hard as you try, the only person you can't lie to is yourself.
Fight off your demons.

"You're slipping out the back, did you really think I wouldn't notice?"

"Misuse is practice, perfected and played. In time I'm gonna get what's mine."

Don't call me towards the end.
Sit and see the sunrise.
Drowning in an ocean, feeling like it's a fishbowl life.
Pulling up these stakes that have been holding me down.
Tell me what it feels like again?
Coming out from behind my skin.
Stripping off the ivory, I can't be played like a piano anymore.
Know me by the dust on the road.
You can't know these hands until you know what they've penned.
Send me a souvenir, post it with hook, line and bait.
Don't worry, even if I miss you to death, you won't really die.

--dead to the world wide web for a while--

<-*-> dm

I am Jack's raging bile duct

The heat hits you like a slap in the face when you walk outside.
Then it knees you in the gut when you sit in your car.
The slow relief of air conditioning is hardly enough.
Tomorrow is Warped and it should be interesting, being that it's supposed to reach record high temperatures.
I'll just drink water up until I walk in the gates.
Couldn't be much worse than last year when I drank before going in and felt like I was going to pass out about an hour into the show.
Think happy thoughts.
The sounds of night are alive outside, but I'm inside with the still, warm air.
For once, I'm hoping for rain.
Well, I'm not tired, I'm going to sleep now.