R: i'm tryin' to be a badass
and yr giving me kisses and kitties.
how am i supposed to stay stone
when you melt me to hot chocolate city?

this isn't fun. this isn't fair.
my image is crumbling like crackers.
i try to puff out my chest
and you change my rancor to laughter.

and please stop with the smiles
your affection isn't impressive.
well, okay. the hell it ain't
and lord in heaven help this.

L: if it werent for your words
i wouldnt dream
no serenity in the sunrise
pushing stars off the skyline

painting promises of tomorrow
constructing images from juvenile building blocks
what you lack in honesty
you make up with combustible energy

resistance a tidal wave with a splinter of an oar
paddling uselessly, swirling around nature's drain
mercy!
im dancing with deceit

a date with an illusion
front and back
and from side to side
sliding around inside a slippery mind
feeling like im on fast forward, but hoping for a rewind...

R: this rocking the boat comes fully equipped
with rubber ducks and sinking ships
but i'm holding on the real for dear life
afternoons are dog day, tender is the night

and i rhyme too much.
and this is no joke.
the radio tells me
"grasp and reach for a leg of hope"

pull the other one, i say
this is just a conversation starter
i may be your sacrificial lamb
but i won't be your martyr

ain't nothin' up my sleeve
you get what you see
and we're all a little worse for wear
wherever that happens to be...

L: the time is now to uproot these tall tales
necessities of the past
have now become intimate in the present

turning your back, walking out the door
wont make the inevitable disappear
demons await those who feed off codependencies

i say this not to scare or frighten
i say this not to forgive
but i say this to help me forget
the wrongs ive committed

if it is you i must choose
i want all of you
not just the intoxicated fantasies youve created
or the slurred visions and daydreams
i deserve your real self
i deserve to know

if its wrong for me to want you one more time
if its wrong for me to desire your thoughts
to need. to be so addicted to your presence
then it was wrong from the start
to watch you drive away
to hide beneath my covers
to think of the somedays...

caught between the sweet and the sour
the salty and the bitter...
tasting a vision of tomorrow
but held back by the realities of the present
our time may end in an instant
but im holding on to every second


R = ratpack slim
L = ladeedef