the Empty jar

the little madmen who run my head tend to be especially mouthy. so i gave them an outlet.

that other math rock song we did..

When was the first time you started somethin?
When did it get bigger than you?
Cause I can’t remember
And something’s gotta sell the change

And we’re not buying it
Unless we start it ourselves
No we’re not buying it unless we start it
Ourselves

Don’t let them sell you your own grave

Don’t let them sell you your own grave..

Come on now let me explain the theory
Let me explain how
We were taught
You gotta keep aware for yourself, you’ve
Gotta keep your own score

And we’re not counting it
Unless we start it ourselves
And we’re not starting it unless we force it ourselves

We’re here to scream who we are and you think it’s all just for show x3

Don’t let them
Sell you
Your own grave

My ears like
The blind man in the story
Tricked me to murder they
Zoomed in the sounds and made them ominous till I was shaking near the woods and I thought it was done and the
Crickets came out
But I heard it again
Though this time not the cracking scream just a
Dull deafening
And mechanical sound, it
Was almost worse it wasn’t placeable and I
Couldn’t make out the words and the time of day was deceiving

Only the rich can live in solitude the rest of us packed like peanuts scratchin like rats for food
I know there are quite a few people in this world
who are good, but still
I live alone

In the city
Crouched in the middle
Of
My yard
Armed to the teeth
With things that I don’t need
And I’ve got
Debts to repay

So I’ll shut myself in all day
And write all night
Because I think that this time
I’ve got somethin to say
Got somethin to say

Because you see this scene
Had piqued a memory
Or maybe just a feeling, I’m not
Sure

So let’s
Pull off
The highway,
feel the wind blow the cars
Will
drive by,
We’ll stare at the stars
Till our eyes
Fall out, till
The world
Falls down
And the sun
Comes out, let’s
Pull off
The highway..

Because
You said you only think of me when you are drinking stopped taking your pills started lying to me
Drive with excitement to be met with doom
We couldn’t even breathe in the same room
And we forced it
Till we couldn’t stand it
And you lied to me
So I’ll

Shut myself in all day
And write all night
Because I think that this time
I’ve got something to say
Got something to say

He held his hands apart, as he grinned at me
Things are just so easy to ruin, don’t you see?

I’m the right now maybe longer vocalist of what’s apparently called a math rock band. It’s still missing 4 lines, you know, where that big gap is.

I’m the right now maybe longer vocalist of what’s apparently called a math rock band. It’s still missing 4 lines, you know, where that big gap is.

re-write

Breaking through Alabama; it smells like marsh and fire
I’m gonna put you in a box, won’t you
Pull me from this hole

Strangers told us it was
Beautiful, but you
Can’t have it
Both ways, I
Chased you
Around the city; but still you
Wouldn’t listen.
You think I’m too
Good for you and I think I’m no
Good for you

Cause he’s afraid of the thing that he holds in his hands and I want to speak up, but I don’t know that I can, oh I
I’m gonna put you in a box

And we’re passing over bridges, my mind is gone like wishes
Made on copper pennies rotting
In the fountain

I love
Being a rambler but hate being alone, I love
Feeling I belong and hate knowing what I know

Yes I’m breaking
Through Alabama
And I want to speak up
But I don’t know that I can oh I
I’m gonna put you in a
box