Ruffled a few feathers Just because I could Now I'm flying the coop Before I'm clipped I'm goin' south -Kel Dayheart
Too Well
Too many thoughts run inside my head I can't keep track And I don't think I want to An organized state of mind Is to know yourself too well I am not prepared to do so -Kel Dayheart
Memory Issues
My memory is shot Someone has taken it Out back And put it out Of its misery -Kel Dayheart
Douse It Out
There is not enough wine To drown out the sound Of your laughter While she is in your arms Instead of me -Kel Dayheart
Indistinguishable
I am the cornerstone Of this moment I am its heart It consumes me Until I am Only this moment -Kel Dayheart
Crass
Tactless, is the way you speak Especially, when speaking to me -Kel Dayheart
Scrap Metal
Broken compass spins Without direction No force can stop it now Magnetic or otherwise -Kel Dayheart
Old School Sound
Saxophone sound soundly Within these clubs walls Jazz smoke sells well Piano keys swing With pounding hands Dance floor grooving -Kel Dayheart
First Fall
Ruddy cheeks and nose Bright eyed, wired From the first season snow That lingers in the air -Kel Dayheart
Unsatisfied
Scrounging and saving Still isn't enough To save myself Never enough to have enough Always wanting more Not satisfied with the here and now -Kel Dayheart
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