aerospace child
we're binding our time
to a rocket that soars
in the sky
the distance is y
and you're partly my x
we'll suit up the pilot
so he's properly dressed

the air todays fine
yeah the weather is fine
where I am it gets better and better

nearing the end
of the edge of our flight
last call rounds make their way
down the aisle
proposing a notion
as all of the while
a wine glass tips from commotion

the air todays fine
yeah the weather is fine
where I
when I
whatever it takes me to get high

its better to free fall
than keep going
the same line
that you're tired of going
we dangle and swing
and kiss
crashing
with you
is the prettiest thing
I'll ever do.

I'm writing a letter
just to write you a letter
never seem to come any more
I noticed you posted
a note that I wrote
as a poem

oh its what I wanna know
while I'm wired,
I'm not tired
and so so I wanna know
where the suicides go

Writing a letter
just to write you a letter
living wills
documents to sign
because if someday means never
then I don't want to get better

i'd rather just leave it
letter
just leave it
I gather up the leaves like a feather
but if one day you could let her
know I was better once
maybe she'll start to remember.

Hey idiot
that purse
has a person
holding and cursing
the value of dollar bills
it'd rather not share;
Covering her chest
is a blouse or a dress
or some fabrication
hand me down--
thrift to impress

But hey asshole,
inside her head
behind glazed smiles
fake eyes, tired whining
brightened eyes
is ambition to never
have to make this decision
or be put in positions
that you only envisioned
or a night or a while
until you finished and cry

Hey pussy,
afraid of the dark
so you ran from the light
in between somewhere
you found nothing was right;
aimed for the apple
but the apple wasn't ripe
so you settled for the pit
of the plum, just the plum
or the way your gut
seems to plummit when you cum
and the moment you finish
its flight fight or run;
the fast lane on
the shoelace express;
what an awful expression
to describe the despondent.

Hammer while
I stammer down
a shout that sounds
much more like a whimper
I've got a problem
I need you to solve for me;
a fine notion
to live without technology
the woods or a city
where nobody'd bother me
and I could
hammer while I stammer down a shout

What makes you so proud
they're gonna let you down
they always come through
they always come through
don't want to be apart of
the lifer's of my town
they just let you down,
they'll just let you down

Stairs chairs
awkward standing
when everyone stares
guys armed
with girls on their arms
wasted waists the size of my arm
pretty pissed and sad
knowing the first
three god damn seconds
i'd be going home alone
cups cracking like knuckles
kings cap crowned from
some drinking game I must've won
or some sort-- walking out
stumbling screaming AA quotes
to my AA friends who were,
"disappointed," to say the least
outcast and outlast and rat races with me
sobriety? entirely
a lie to me-- violently a crime to be
stuck with no sollution
only problems, escape artists
facing head on; cliche's like a life sentence
much worse than 2 to 5
locked for life
the curse of the sentence
of one day at a time

black tops reflect against my face
the sun, the shade melt away either way
smashed tops from bottles
or rockets make a noise like a cap gun
aimed at your face

found a dollar
on the ground
a round on the curb
outside of your house
you only walked over

turn your face up loud
and bright
playing cool and proud
with pride tonight
turn your ears up loud and high
scale the walls with the back of a
suicide

walked a long way away
avenue b dizzy dreams
book stores are cheap
away from avenue a

it makes me sad,
sink to my stomach
faucet and cross it off of the map,
deaf ears don't listen
a forehead that glistens
talking poetry at the bar

turn your face up loud
and bright
playing cool and proud
with pride tonight
turn your ears up loud and high
scale the walls with the back of a
suicide

sign off
the voice dial is lost
a goodbye so harsh
it marred you

who you chose
won't know what you'll go through
when you see
the back of me
is all you'll see

as close as you'll ever get
again was once so
so now never's regressed

sign off
a conversation is gone
last words so short
i misread you,
stacks of lines of words
that only hurt

as close as you'll get
to hurt me
so sign off on me
as a possibility
and sign off on me
she'll sign off on me
like she's signing me off
and sign off on me
as a possibility
so sign off on me
as nothing at all.