ForgetListen to this here: Here--------------[Chorus]I know you’re gone,I can’t forget youI know you’re gone.Did you forget me?Verse 1:Love is like the flu. A seasonal lust over the “one”,A fatal blow no matter which way the sword is swung.Hate to be the messenger. But at least I’m not the serial killer.I named him cupid. He’s quick to shove you in a pit; Throw you in a ditch; Leave you for dead.Well, at least he’s nice enough tuck you into bed.His friend gravity works over time in this economic struggle.This is life. It’s a ride. I hope you remembered to buckle.I miss every particle and article of clothes you owned.I might be fine if I use these people to fabricate clonesOf you. SoonI plan tomake a song we can both dance toIf I ever finish writing this tune.The both of us knew that if this ever happened we wouldn’t talk anymore.But I can’t help but feel odd now
ButterfliesListen Here--------[Chorus]I got butterflies…You’re a butterfly…You flew away…[Verse 1]I fell in loveWith the most beautiful Butterfly.Born Without WingsSo I thought I could help you shine.I rememberThe little secrets that kept us alive.But it’s sad now‘Cause no one knows we existed.You’re just a boxed memoryA musical phrase in my life’s symphony.In my dreams you never leftYou never made me wait.I knowI shouldLet you fly away.But a beauty like you…I want to share the same grave[Chorus]I got butterflies…You’re a butterfly…You flew away…[Verse 2]You got in that bus and road away.I never saw you again, we never speak.But you triggered a part me that I couldn’t show.I exposed my music, oh you didn’t know?It was you that I fell in love with.It was you that I wrote my first song about.Pagan ritual; I’m the sacrific
DriftwoodIt's 1amI am drunkthe lights are onyou think aboutthe morningand loveand things a littlebit like that,you know,a couple hoursto sleepand maybe youwring a dreamfrom your headlike a wet rag.Oh, you arewet and limp aren't you-like a glassy eyedalcoholic,not dead, andnot dyingfast enough.I rememberreadingsomewhere howCaligula went to warwith Poseidon andthrew hisspears into the sea;and celebratedhis victory.
HeimAt first the empty parking lotand those rebellious grassesreminded me of summer outside Reykjavik,where the sun only bowed its headat one in the morning.Wasteful, I thought,putting the world in your mouthand allowing it to be bitter.But just take a moment to remember:the time on the radiothe sounds of your namewe can travel north without a compasswatch everyone yearnlike trying on clothesall part of this fatexposedloveand people likeyou and meshould be able to see thispicking bananasat the equatorbut I knowwe will sit here, in your carlaughinguntil one of us is okay to drive.