a broken heart and empty lungs she's made up, so confident, knows a thing or two about what she wants. he's fragile, so on-the-edge, doesn't know she's into breaking hearts. tonight she'll slash and burn to the sea and he'll be left in the wake. he thinks that he has no choice but that is just a choice that we make. he'll try until he uses up all of his chances, but if he could only see that it's easy to be beautiful he'd never even look back. she doesn't make apologies. she's crossed the line, forget sympathy. he's always miserable; exactly where she wants him to be. she taught him not to flinch when she gets up and says goodbye. he knows those are just the breaks but he's drinking like it's suicide, that girl is suicide. i hate to tell you, we knew it all along. it's a game that can't be won for a loved one where do i start? i've been meaning to say something that's long overdue. i have been taking my time. every new year I think about tracking you down, when the snow melts, not again until autumn rolls around. would it be too unexpected to hear from me again for the first time? just enough to say I'm doing alright. i think i owe you one for this; a brief history of everywhere i've been. wherever you are now it goes on and on what have i got? it's easy to see just look at all of my friends. they have been with me for so long. my family will always welcome me home from the road. they say i've made them all so proud for 24 years now. would you find it too intrusive to ask for just five minutes of your time? just enough to say i'm doing alright. i think i owe you one for this; a brief history of everywhere i've been. wherever you are now it goes on and on. I think I owe you one for this. wherever love is found it will cross distances. wherever you are now. It goes on and on. hold back emotion, and just let it happen. i'll let the stereo play while i wait for your reaction. it's not a likeness that i'm searching for, or a reconnection. more an exchange of words, unlike an explanation. i'll say, "can you see the stars? i see them every night above the wind and rain. below those city lights." you won't have to say a word. i wouldn't trade this for the world. 1999 called... they want their music back how long has it been since you knew you could feel this way again? i've had my doubts and fallen hard for them, until i met you. i wasn't lying when i said, "its been a long time, a long time." pay no attention to the stitches in my head, they spell out goodbye, goodbye. you could say I learned my lesson, another few miles and i'll be home. it gets worse before it gets better, and I need you more than you know. let's make this count, our lives are going on right now. i may be sick but i'm getting better. (now that i take my medicine) i'm almost back to where i was before this mess. sure enough as you hold me up, let go and i'll fall back to the same old place again. hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. gold sunsets and warm air; we may be close but we're not there yet. every hour is another hour from home, all your new friends are just goodbyes waiting to happen. i know we'll be ok as long as there's a hunger coarsing through our veins, and our hearts to guide us. this is where i'll be until i'm old enough to know, better get busy living or use to dying; beyond common sense but believe me i'm trying. this is where we make up all the rules by ourselves. this is how we fall, and hit the ground, and run like hell. (fall and hit the ground... run like hell... don't take this forgranted) every walk home (past the capitol) what am I doing with myself tonight? or tomorrow? i can't get this right. i wish i had friends that could talk, Instead of freezing my ass off on this mindless walk. and as the late night drivers pass me by, i am anxious, i am waiting for the dawn in this star city, and relief from my routines. it scares me to death, until i see my own breath. with you i gave up on everything i've given up on, anything that's ever gone wrong. don't beat yourself up over this, my life doesn't have to be distinguished. a random memory at glance of the capitol building at last; i remenisce how small i am, and the insignificance of my problems. the cold air guides me through everything i'm feeling. no matter what problems i find i'll make it through them. before i even have a chance to look behind, i'll discover new problems in time, new problems i wish i could go back to. where we're going, we don't need roads "this is gonna work," had been sent to the phone, that conversed through every temperature as i walked home alone, from whatever stupid aimless party i had just been to; another colorless old memory that i wished simply just to see you highways closed for good, the moment you finally arrived. remember that summer of two thousand five, when you only visited the back of my mind? you're no longer handwritten with stationary smile, or built out of electricity, counting every mile. look me in the eyes and tell me that it's not that tough; analyzing every reason that no one's ever been good enough. in between fragments of daily life and the bottom of my flask, i believe i've found the one sensation strong enough to last. anticipation wins the prize for second best; this is our only chance for no regrets. It took so long to get here, how many years have disappeared? into perfection? (what am i going to do with you?) could this be too perfect? could this night never end? this night we will adore; this night i am all yours. now we can evict any selfish thoughts. this night what will it bring? this night that means everything. game day pt. 2 i'm feeling right again, feeling good again, there is no excuse again. think i'll revisit junior prom today, 'cause every girl i meet still reminds me of you. these photographs were taken down two evictions ago. if i could have of told you what was going through my mind that spring, maybe these photos wouldn't be so weathered and torn from being hastily packed away. sweetheart you can do anything that you want to; any excuse is reason enough. there is nothing left for you to hate there. i'll carry you close, just like i know you do for me. you've always had the will to get out. i always figured such a long sentence would give me enough time to fathom what went wrong. all I ever needed was to ask Ray, he always had a way with words. i remember it like it was here, in my new hometown. he always looked down on me and said, "mikey you're wasting your time here, lose the girl and keep a good concept of your friends." i'm feeling right again, feeling good again, there is no excuse again. i, i am not bothering you. this is so hard to do. with you i always seem to lose; losing friendship, losing giving a shit, losing touch i have to find it. i have always wanted her but now I'm not so sure that she is that special girl. i finally kissed her and now she seems so distant to me. i always wonder what the hell she thinks of me. a quick recap from the montgomery public library would it be too much if I just said what I was thinking? im tired of filling the space of days, translating miles to minutes. it wouldn't take too long to get to where you are. i'm on my way, i'll see you in a few days. will you wait up for me? she says it's a lack of understanding that gets us by; we have no choice, we are unaware by choice. so we pretend that we're unaffected, as you smile and say goodbye i realize that i don't want you to be just another regret, i have enough of them. i'm on my way, just wait up for me. i'll ask, "won't you come with me?" running under the cover of night, we'll follow the streetlights to the 80 west sign. running through fields, we're cutting ourselves on barbedwire fences, trying to get out of this town through the cold. you can see the blood on our clothes, our breath in the air, our hearts are singing out for someone to hear us. can't anyone hear us? don't stop 'til someone yells, "enough." c is for clairvoyant i lit a fire tonight and jumped back when it came to life, my heart is racing. burned out and just begun, built like i'm made to come undone; this will love flicker in the flames. i stop counting lovers when i forget their names, and bury them in melodies. I won't spend another sleepless night trying to believe. i lit a fire tonight, a self-centered, calculated lie; my heart is in one piece. burned out and just begun, i couldn't stop the iginition. no love just lust and leave. i could go to waste on a reckless leap of faith; we all know just how i got here, this is how i plan to leave. and when the smoke is gone i look back at the hearts left in the wake, and go back to my other thousand ways. boys forget your girls, forget your girls, they will bring you down down oh oh. girls forget your boys, forget your boys, they will break your hearts oh oh oh. seventeenth/vine Between now and again I know that nothing will make sense As much as I try I will make the same mistakes again I told myself, "Ill let you know when you end up coming close to another faithless friend" Between 17th and Vine and the end of Friday night await my trusted audience the roads and city lights I told myself you should have learned by now you get what you deserve in every bitter end I dont feel bad I dont feel anything I cant tell insult from injury You dont know me anymore and you never did as far as Im concerned Only the closest ones can make you burn Between 17th and Vine and the end of Friday night await my trusted audience the roads and city lights I told myself you should have learned by now you get what you deserve in every bitter end abbey road theory welcome to the best and worst of my hometown, as illustrated in true dialogue and sound - photos with captions you can read aloud; a one-sided conversation. there's something worn and old about this home; cold and comfortable just like the streets, that i won't trade for anything. it's here and now and wont be forever, here's to friends who will be there 'till the end. it's these nights, and these faces that keep me warm, hold me grounded, touch my soul, keep me moving, they keep me moving. for every Joyo night at 2AM when the show was over and i was alone, for every patient person who's believed in me, is one more step from desperation, i sing louder than i have before. we are fragile like an antique looking-glass. we are proud fo who we are and what we have. when every single vice is a helping hand, this is my home. these songs should come together seamlessly and lack all proper names to make you think, "this could be anyone, including me, or is just my imagination?" a toast for the times Four days was a three year getaway - an excercise in passing time. I could write this all from memory You havent changed and neither have I. I cant remember if you asked me to leave your name out of these songs here I am again wondering just what you've become If Im the one who's changed then you have stayed the same The old verses and pre-choruses are exactly what remains (Woah) This is all I want: to paint over the walls to bleed you through my skin collect the blood and send it back My friends say you enjoy being the one who finally broke me Lets raise our glasses to another year of consistency Same four chords to match your selfish personality Youve heard this one before. let's det drunk and tread water he said "I dont feel welcome in this town, I wont expect you to be listening now." I said "I dont blame you one bit" there have been many times Ive almost quit my life on the north side of town to be the ghost nobody talks about Isnt that right Brian? It's good to move away when the home you know doesnt know your name. When did it get too hard to make the best of everything? (When all your problems live in this town.) If its wrong to say I wish you would stay Good luck in Boston Ill see you around. I know whats worse than being alone It's when you wonder what happened to all my friends By september they'll both be gone and I'll start again. I heard there's opportunity in chicago and I never liked this town and all the cool bands are on the East Coast Why arent we all there now? She broke every heart in Omaha and my hometown as well she found a million reasons she should be somewhere else I never liked the weather here and im too shallow to appreciate my friends and see through the exterior see through the exterior see through the exterior see through the exterior.