Drag this neurotic to hysterics
Leave him balked and unfulfilled
Holding inside outwardly patient 'till the time he'll call it
Alurring exotic twisted hero
Leaving him more lonely still
He waits around he's spun around and left without the power to stop it
Peers don't know what they can't see
They can't see inside of me
It's sickening how comforting the privacy of the mind can be
How much longer will I try before I realize I'm desperate in the situation that I'm in again
I'm exhausting yet another topic
I've exhausted frequently with no regrets
Oh yeah...with no regrets
Abstruse and lacking rational but making so much since some how
A stone has blocked my hourglass no progress made no time's run out
I'd almost rather have the latter
Save myself with sad defeat
A stone just broke my hourglass
I peel the skin that had me trapped
Inside Out
Chorus:
I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rhines
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt turn it inside out find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you
I burn burn like a wicker cabinet chalk white and oh so frail
I see our time had gotten stale
The tick tock of the clock is painful
All sane and logical
I want to tear it off the wall
I hear words and clips and phrases
I think sick like ginger ale
My stomach turns and I exhale
Chorus
So cal is where my mind states but it's not my state of mind
I'm not as ugly sad as you
Or am I origami
Folded up and just pretend demented as the motives in your head
Chorus
I alone am the one you don't know you need take heed feed your ego
Make me blind when your eyes close sink when you get close tie me to the bedpost
I alone am the one you don't know you need you don't know you need me. make me
Blind when your eyes close, time me to the bed post
Chorus
Leech
Written by max collins and jon siebels
Tell those stories to me
I'm dying to hear the things you've done and seen
Farfetched as they may be
You strike a smile in me
Your stories ring of perjury
Construted with self empowering theme
Suckin' on my brain you're the teacher I'm the student
Turning things around your story's not congruent
Tabloid decoys pitiful excuses
Turning things around
You're turning things around
A manic stunning scene
I'm taking notes your taking me away into your false realtiy
I know your comfort lies in lying to try to make your life make sense
But you're not making sense
I'd say it aloud but I'm not aloud
I see your head spin round and round
Broken record talk tonight
Skip that needle back and fourth on your mind wearing out unconvincing lies
Like a seedling dropped from an old oak tree
Your shade don't hide no sun from me
Fake stories humor me
It's graduation time
I love you like a mother
Showerhead
Written by max collins
Cheap shot hocked to the ear drum
Is it some sick sign of affection
Violated and signed with deciet
Disgust from my head to my hands to my feet yeah
Your face it gives a foul taste
Whatever smiling crying or denying
I see your motives and you're charged with fraud by me
So take a hint and leave
I loved you while he was in you in the shower
Did injoy and ecstasy your eyes begin to water
And if I may stop by when you're living in the next town ten years down the road
A good time for a dime and a crushed cigarette
Making bets with your body on the avenue
Look into my eyes you say and you'll see nothing but sincerity
Almost as if you've got some hope that you'll enlighten me
You're a head case story
Just trust me you said
Open Road Song
Written by max collins
Tonight I feel ambitious and so does my foot as it sinks on the pedal
I press it to the floor
I don't need a girl don't need a friend cause my friend lonesome's
Unconditional
We're flying forever bored
And for a moment I love everything
That I see and think and feel
I love my broken side view mirror
Cause it's so perfect
I'm so perfect you're so perfect you're not here
I hear the change in gear
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song
The night is becokoning although I have nowhere to go but home
Feels good to be alone
With every turn comes a new frame of mind if I could frame my mind
Where would it hang
I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
As I pour my poor heart out
To a radio song that's patient and willing to listen
My volume drowns it out
But that's ok cause I sound better then him anyway any day
Yeah my voice is sweet as salt
I search for comfort and I've found it where I've found it many times before
Times before can be forgotten
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