Jason James

i'm afraid of men with clocks for eyes
with suits for skin
i'm afraid we've swallowed all our medicine
i'm afraid of god and all his angry clouds
i'm afraid the world will die without a sound

i was just trying to say something beautiful
something meaningful
but you can't live in the world just breathing beautiful
no, you can't live in the world just being meaningful

people talk so loud
people talk so loud
people talk so loud

they talk until no words come out they talk until their brains fall out

Everything to do on an early Saturday morning.  The sky is still sleeping in my end of town and the trees are talking like usual outside, whispering through the cool winters' breath.  Evergreen is in the air and I smell whisky.  Bright lights from a distance I can't measure, permiates my vision.  Sounds coming from inside my head ring softly with my high.  I faintly recall a voice, maybe just a noise, maybe it was just the coin falling out of my pocket and dropping to the floor.  The floor in which I am standing on is incredibly tolerable.  Tolerable to the fact that it has to hold my weight and everyone else inside.  I know there is somone else in here.  Are you there?  Am I alone?  Can you hear my voice?

Tolerate my insanity for one more drink

Just once more crime just do it this time

I know I can't cry through these tears

But my mind won't recall what I was thinking anyway

I will remember you though but only for the very first time.  The first time I got stupid the first time I got High,  my time inside my head I can't remember wat you told me I said.  You couldn't understand these random lows cuz we get so high it doesn't match my murder of crows to the sickness of your stench and the rotten flesh on your conscience.  Don't kill again unless it's you for only one drink one  line could do that too.