bits and pieces round two.

i forgot who my father was
i couldnt remember
i had these questions in my head
they just wouldnt surrender

was he a poor man?
was he a rich man?
a pencil pusher
or did he work with his hands?



ive closed my window
shut out the sound of rain
ive closed the blinds
thought the dark was permenent
and the light still fuckin
finds its way
throught the lost cause
and the pain
to find my soul
and my heart again




the abused outnumber the abusers one hundred to one
they've got the first step right
they just cant get it done

they're worn and have a gun
but insted of shoot they turn and run



my dreams are black and white
sometimes more dark than light
those times that arent so bright
things just dont seem too right

white lines
black background
blank face
silence
not a sound



this hand just punched you
now it writes this poem
funny how feelings dont seem to have a home

anger spent the night
he said you didnt look right
he threw the punch
he started the fight

remember when happyness stayed for a day?
he got bored and went on his way



met you while i was away
your shirt was pink
your eyes were grey
i got there wishing i was back at home
now im home im wishing i had stayed

always at the back of a crowd
always listening never speaking
always sitting never standing




ill be there here for you
wherever you are
where you're here, there, near, or far
ill be here for you
waiting in my car
to pick you up and drive you away
to hold your hand and tell you its all okay

i just dont know who you are
so im just sitting in my car
door wide open letting in the dark
vulnerable
passing time starring at the stars
watching all the pretty people
climb into all the pretty cars

time passes by and i stare at my clock
holy shit its midnight and im alone as ever
sometimes i wonder if im actually waiting for her
or if its just a show because my car wont start
and my doors wont lock.