Looking at pictures

I went back
And looked at the pictures
And smiled
And smiled
And smiled

I remember
I liked it
But I'm not sad
I'm not sad
Not at all

Back then it was strange
To not see you
By my side
Over there
Everywhere

But now: the opposite
How strange it
Would be
By my side
What would I even do?

I don't know
I don't want
To know
I just want
To smile

Soul Mate

I wonder what we talked about
That night in Alabama
I wonder what we talked about ever

Death did not do us part
Here in Indiana
Just life and boredom and peace

Everything was too good
Everything was too plain
You needed chaos

You sowed
And I reaped the same
I'm wrong; and I know it

But it's over
Sadness and wisdom go  hand in hand
And now I know better

Still...
Head over heels
Passion

Torture me forever
Poison in my veins
I'll just keep drinking

Night Without a Care

Vodka on the rocks
Music in the air
Mises on my mind
Sitting in the chair

Drinking on the clock
Doing something rare
Quickly drifting now
Night without a care

Awake

He hated to awake
He'd said a silent prayer
Once again unanswered
Once again aware

He goes and looks for knowledge
He hungers for the truth
Once again he found it
Once again unsoothed

His mind's a raging torrent
And all his words, cliches
His art is so pretentious
His heart longs for the grave

Among all of the chatter
Distractions working well
In the background fading
Ego bent on hell

Home

Congratulations on your escape
You are free
Why haven't you moved?

You have moved forward some now
Be careful
Why are you still looking behind you?

What's back there
In that cage?

"Home, I suppose"