rainy day

rain. i remember running through it with someone so we didnt get soaked, now i just walk. it reminds me of the number 81. It reminds me of wondering the cobblestone streets of munich alone. It reminds me of going south. I remember staring at it falling through a street light. Today, its raining. and i cannot remember anything. there is nothing left to remember. Now, the rain is about washing me away. and soon it will. it will. I need to be washed away

1997

hello friend, i cant breath
watch out world, i am a thief
i take from love and give into hate
for i am two people, but i feel great
so much gone, so fast
theres no living in the past
whats done is done, and so am i
i cant remember it, no matter how hard i try

i like to think
back to 97'
time was confined
back in 97'

look straight through me
right through my soul
pour yourself a cup
half empty, or half full?
cause i dont see it like that
your always going to be
right back where you started at

cold sun

its when you remember how you were once so bright
at a glance, outshined everything in sight
but then, parts of you die
you grow old and change what you eat
from grades youve past to the shoes on your feet
watching friends come and go
everythings always changing

its when you take a walk through a city
you cant help but feel so small
in a crowd of so many, ive taken the fall
20 years now, and still no plan
looking to the highways to make me a man

im like the cold sun.
so bright but can only shine at night.

sometimes, i think too much

as i shiver and fight to stay alive
so i can live to see the day you arrive
the sun shines upon the trees over the hill
ive spent some lonesome time, but had my fill
i can see my breath now, breathings getting deep
years ago, i lost feeling in my feet
i would have walked out long ago
i would get this weak, i did not know
but as i come down to these last moments of me
i think of everything that i wanted to be
but suddenly, its clear now, i am beat
as this cold, last tear drops down my cheek
my watered eyes take in their last sight
this early mourning sunrise, is oh, so bright