Malfunctions

Its Terrence. First ever show out of town last night went well. It's odd playing for totally different faces. It was great to have all our friends from Charlotte come. Like for the first time I really had to try and for the first time felt sort of like I was back in middle school again. Like your fighting for attention. Its a rush.
Charleston is a beautiful place. I could spend a-lot of time of down here. Enjoyed all the bands a whole lot. There was a band from Japan but I didnt quite catch there names. It took me back by how happy they were to play and be here. Makes me appreciate what we are trying to do a whole more. You don't see people smile that much while they are playing music.

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Distance

Your in a cold place in a hot state.
Your dancing every night, but to a
beat you can't digest. Your a glass of
wine surrounded by a fleet of juice boxes.
But you won't worry about yourself.

I'm in a cold place in a mild state.
Some days warm,tolerable.
Others Frigid and barren.
I'm not dancing, because I forgot
the steps without you leading.
I'm not drinking, because after
I'm done we wont be naked together.
But I wont worry about myself.

Silly Bee

Keep your head on.
Silly little bee.
Why are you so obsessed
with fixing things.
Those neon lights do
seem exciting.
And all those portraits
by Andy, where did that
america go? I guess
we drank it all up.
Or it slipped through
the slits that split
our fingers and made them seperate.
Your obssessed with
this bursting culture.
Where's my fix?
Where's the girl I loved
before the southern gentlemen
and lore of the west sweep her away.

A Million Different Chairs

Please don't mention me to the
other boys you mess around with.
It's no longer flattering, nor fair.
There is no gain for me. It just shows me
how cunning you are. Either that or how
truly fucked we both are. You see if faith
makes people want to kill, talk to themselves
beside their beds, be a little less nervous, then
how fair is it that you just lead me to believe. The
worst part about all past relationships. Still believing
that one day, for some strange reason, you'll forget
why you hurt so much. Not I miss. I believe in one thing
and that doesnt envolve clothes or even talking. Atleast
then I'm not talking about you.

reason for soberity

today and tomorrow I wont drink.
On those days I'll play like I'm a
traveling clown, heading towards
Las Vegas. Faced painted all red and white.
Cigarette smoke spreading around me
like confetti or some kind of music notes
as I tried madly to translate they're meaning.
At night I'd believe I was a bird. Trapped
to sing the same song every night while
the dark blue just ate me alive. There is no sleep
for the bottom dog. It just gets easier to be
callous. But come on, who wants to sleep
living in age like this.

Yes Sir, No Mam

Your not afraid of losing me
because I'm only a picture a
way. Sure its not face to face,
but what really is anymore. In
both our abscenses we've
found different ways to shape
ourselves. I know one of mine,
loves to drink all the time, and
keep quiet about all that goes on
between his brain and his heart.
One of yours is bright and shines
like a summer dress on one of
those southern socialites and
as round as the pearls on their
necks. See I'm not ashamed of
any of my shapes. But I know you,
you hate them all. Thats why you
can't pick one. Your one of those people
that when asked to choose, you'll
just say your to tired to pick and move on
with much more important topics, like
the promiscuous cardboard cutouts
we all confuse for men. What hurts most
is that I hate the changing of days,
knowing that when we both settle
on a shape, we might never fit back
together.