It was all gonna make sense.
It was all gonna make sense.
It was all gonna make sense
when your answer was gonna be yes.
Miserable
Child of mine, some days you’ll think
I made your life miserable so you wouldn’t get hurt.
But I want you to know that as you grow
that’s not always going to work.
Some days I’ll protect you despite your best efforts
but you’ll get hurt anyway.
And someday you’ll do it to your very own heart.
Maybe you’ll play it too safe.
9/11
About half of my life ago
I watched two towers fall
on TV screens in middle school.
I heard worry in the hall
and crying friends with family
on business trips that day.
And we all just wanted to know
if we would be okay.
And we were, to our surprise.
Not much changed for us.
Just one day class didn’t happen
and they might have cancelled the bus.
And life went on with news of war
but we hardly understood.
And we got used to confusing news
and knowing less than we should.
Pay For My Past
Balancing the budget,
sorting out the costs,
looking for a way to make
more profits to each loss.
This would be so much easier if I didn’t have to pay for my past.
Forgive me, please forgive me, I’d like to ask.
You told me so, you told me.
You knew it all along.
We know the pain I caused you.
I know I’ve done you wrong.
This would be so much easier if I didn’t have to pay for my past.
Forgive me, please forgive me. That’s all I ask.
I’ve wasted precious time,
been hasty with precious people,
and done some very stupid things,
though most of them were legal.
And it would be so much easier if I didn’t have to pay for my past.
Forgive me, please forgive me. If you want to receive, just ask.
Mark My Words
Mark my words– with a red pen–
I know I can do better.
I’ll be making changes.
For now please make this redder.
More Power
Somewhere, someone has a bigger home
and someone has a mattress with more high-tech foam
and someone wears rarer pearls round their neck,
and someone has more servants at their call and beck.
Somewhere, someone has a sweeter ride,
and someone has a safe box with more inside.
But no one can take a hotter shower,
and if they can, well, to them be more power.
Tight
If we could shove this warmth in our closets
because we know we’ll need it in the coming months,
we’d pack it in so tight
the molecules would arrange themselves like ice,
and when we finally got it out, it would be worthless.