We End Up Together

So I’m just a medicine
You take when you’re sick
You get well and that’s it
I’m put back on the shelf in your mirror
And it isn’t exeptional
The course of our fate
Because people love and they hate
And I guess
It’s just all turned to hate
Yeah, you were just some song I wrote
A poem on a page
A sculpture I made
Out of clay
Desire was the flame
But now you’re more of a basketball
Boys just pass you around
They bounce you hard on the ground
And dribble
Then we all get high fives
And you think I’m an asshole now
Well, you’re probably right
But at least I’m not blind to the facts
I’ve been wishing were all lies
But still, I hope you get everything
That you care to possess
And unbelievable sex
With him
Or any one of my friends
But just don’t ask about my appetite
I didn’t lose it tonight
It’s been gone half my life
It’s just, I
I’ve been eating for you.

Now it’s just you two
in a world of poems and paintings
I guess this means I’m through
it also means I’m breaking
but Isabelle what can I do
if I’m caught in him, this man you love?
and Isabelle what can I do
if his strong has make it hard to shove him away?

and I know it’s hard
to picture it up here
in your tobacco strewn back yard
and it is kinda tiresome to keep an eye on him
just look what he’s done so far

but Isabelle what can I do?
the last thing I need is to end up askew
and Isabelle what can I do?
the prophets make it difficult
Isabell what can I do
in the few weeks time you’re out of sight?
and Isabelle what can I do
just because it feels alright?

and the grounds already hard
where its been dug in
I’ve gone this way too many times
but the pit keeps going deeper
and I’m not turning back
so Isabelle try to understand

I know just what to say
but it’s incorrect to say it
how do I break it to him?
the death of one is staying
and all I think of now
is a way to get under and a way to get out
Isabelle what can I do
with the knife pain it’s causing you?

cover of “closet full of bones” from the new dead fingers album.

In the red sky a bed of roses
caution in your eyes as it exposes
overcome with fear from what’s behind
hold out your hand, I’ll hold out mine.

dream in japanese, some language i don’t even know how to speak.

so i put my hands up, said “enough is enough.”

if you walk away, i’ll walk away.

I wish you all the love in the world, but most of all I wish it from myself.

i made a cover of this song, because to this day it is still so surreal to me.