Lyrics - Acoustics

Hello Friendless

Hello, my friend, I fear we’ve reached the end.
Nothing left to do, but I’ll be fine without you.
Hello, goodbye, I’m fine, I said I’m fine,
I swear I’m alright. I haven’t crossed the line you drew in the sand;
It’s still there where you stand.

I think my head will explode.
I think my heart will disappear.
I don’t want to walk down this road without you.
You know I’m falling fast, faster than you, my dear,
And I don’t want to face the end alone.

Hello, it’s nice, standing here beneath the sky.
I can see your surprise, ill-hidden in your eyes.
Hello, my friend, well, what did you expect?
You caught me with red and cookie-jarred hands.
Where do we go from here? Could you repeat your answer, dear?

I think my head will explode.
I can feel my heart start to disappear.
I don’t want to run down this road without you.
I know I’m falling fast, too fast for you, my dear.
In the end will I still be alone?

No one’s good enough. No one’s strong enough for me,
There’s no attraction—In you nothing I see.
But we came so very close, it seems a shame to toss aside.
Hello, lover, goodbye.

I think my head will explode.
See, my heart just disappeared.
I spent too long on this road without you.
You couldn't break my fall, I landed right by you, my dear.
But I’m stuck at the end alone.
I am stronger than you know.
I swear I’m fine, just fine, on my own.


Kill It Quick

You’ve got to give me credit for trying.
You know I tried to fix it however I could,
And in between flights and fighting,
If I could bring it back, I would.
We had it good.

I miss the way you’d move towards me
When you thought nobody would see,
Those times we talked all night.
Do you remember when you ran with me,
That time in the summer heat?
I wish we could go back to those lives.

You know how I feel about lying
You know I can’t stand any dishonesty
And now that it’s done fading
There’s no reason to let it bleed. Kill it quick, for me?
Before I messed it up for good,
When I did everything I should not have,
Way back when the lights were never too bright to shine
On our games, on our faces, our midnight races.
Pick me up, spin me around.
I miss our games, our races, our midnight faces,
Pick me up, spin me around, ashes and we all fall down.

I miss the way you’d speak to me,
How you’d tell me all your dreams,
Those times when everything was fine.
Do you remember how you’d stare at me
When we threw that damn Frisbee
Behind the bleachers last spring time?
Back when we never spoke a lie.


Sophomore States

I change into my jeans in the back of the bus.
You’re somewhere up front, and you’re covered in mud,
Your silly blonde hair falling all in your face.
It was a long tough race that we didn’t run.
I feel kinda crappy because I worked so hard,
To go and get hurt after I’d come so far.
I have no proof since my name’s not signed,
I didn’t make the time, so I didn’t run.
I can get over this, but I can’t get over you.
There’s a lot I’ll miss, but you’ve nothing to lose.
I can’t believe you’re being so immature,
It doesn’t help the hurt that I didn’t run.

You are just another stupid guy.
I thought you were better,
But you proved me wrong tonight.

It’s a five hour drive until we get back home.
You’re sitting in your seat curled up all alone.
You’re mad at me for being mad at you,
You never tell the truth, and you rarely run.
You showed me things I didn’t want to see.
I never dreamed you’d be so cruel to me.
You don’t apologize for anything you do,
Unless I tell you to. I wish I could’ve run.

I am starting to regret giving you my heart,
But I can always take it back,
Take it back in time.


Western Wind

One day I’ll learn to fly away
On the wings of a Western Wind
To places whose names I cannot say.
Life is just a song.
One day I’ll be carried away,
The breeze warm on my skin,
And in my hands I’ll have a pen
To write it all down again.

You will not see me;
I’ll be too far.
You will not reach me;
I’ll be too far gone.

One day I’ll learn to sail away
Into the setting sun.
A different island each day,
It’s still a song.
One day I’ll dance in the salt-spray,
On the waves I’ll run,
And in my hands I’ll have a pen
To write it all down again.

You will not reach me;
I’ll be too far.
You will not see me;
I’ll be too far gone.


Letter from Medea

Dreams of the skylight
Opening up to let me in,
Sending a chariot before my eyes,
And you would be waiting
For me to come back,
To return to all I used to have.

And if only time would stop,
If only words could ever be enough,

Then I would take you away
To places we could be forever perfectly happy
And I would build you a ship
With sails of golden fleece.
Jason, the Argonauts are leaving.

Stars in my eyes,
Blinding me to reason,
Trapping me in the spotlight.
And you are standing
Alone on a shore,
All I have, I’ll give you more.

I would make you see
That I’m the only one you could
Ever really love.

I am tired of being ignored.
If it doesn’t change, I’ll have to break you.
I am sick beyond remorse
Of everything I wish I could do:
I wish I could make you want me.

Jason, I am dying.


Error and a Song

If you can trace meaning in
these lines I’m about to sing for you,
Then maybe word-born injuries
prettier words can undo.
I know I’ve severed so many ties
with bridges I have burned;
I don’t expect you to forget,
but forgiveness can be learned.

We only have two years left, and then
we’ll probably never meet again;
I don’t want everything we had
on a note that’s bad to end.
I’ve broken my share of promises, and
I have written my share of songs,
So as cheesy as it sounds,
can’t we just get along?

I’ll always have my memories
to get me through the years to come,
So if you tell me you’ve forgiven me,
then I promise I’ll move on.

I won’t paint my imageries of things
that never really took place;
You know how hard it is for me
not to exaggerate.
But like Ovid, I can say because
of error and a song,
Everything I know has changed:
I’ve lost what I thought I won.

I’ll always have my memories
to get me through the future years,
So I know I’ll remember you,
every hope and every unsaid fear.
I’ll always have every book
I’ve filled with songs and poetry,
So I will recollect our games
whenever these words I see.

If you’ve taken solace in
my attempt at apology,
Will you respond in kind,
if not, in kind words at least?
We only have just two years left
and then I’ll never see you again,
Save on a chance meeting
between friends.


Around the Bend

I am by myself, but I’m not alone.
In fact, I feel quite well,
Standing here on my stone.
You cannot touch me,
For I am still safe,
Surrounded by the walls
Of my glass cage.
But you know I am defiant,
You know I am strong.
You know I won’t break
Until the bending is done.

I am not anti-social, I am just a recluse,
But I may not tempted to talk to you.
I am not one to bow down and admit defeat,
Because people like you never bow down to me.

I hate being vain, because
I don’t like to bleed.
And if beauty equals pain,
Then I’d rather not be seen.
I hate feeling shallow,
I’d like to think I’m deep;
And I hate being loud,
Because the loud rarely sleep.
But you know I am moody.
You know I change tunes.
You know I will sing
So long as I’m not around you.

But you know I’m a rebel,
I sing my own song.


Barely

Settle down when you’re around me
Take your time, you know I can’t leave
Because I’m scared, I’m so afraid
Of what I’ll do, of what I’ll say.
Hope you know, don’t want to hurt you,
But I’d prefer a breeze-through.
Can’t you just pass me by?
Why do you have to be so right?

Sometimes I can’t find the words, and
Sometimes I am lost for good, and
Sometimes I can barely breathe
because I’m so wound tight.
Sometimes I can’t see the world, and
Sometimes I am gone for good, and
Sometimes I can barely lift my head
up off the bed I’ve made.

Calm yourself, don’t have to worry.
Kick off your shoes, there’s no hurry,
Because I’m a wimp, I’m so afraid
Of what I can do, of what I can say.
I hope you find someone who won’t hurt you,
Don’t you know, I’d prefer a breeze-through.
Can’t I just say goodbye,
Without making you cry?

Barely lift my arms to seize the day,
Barely see the signs that seem to say:
“You lost yourself. You should’ve listened.
You lost control, and you are missing my point.”