LYRICS ARE AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL
That’s why I don’t watch TV.
My mind is like a DVD
So vivid and HD.
How could I ever feel sad?
When I can skip the scene and remember what we had?
I know now is not the same
But I remember everything like dates to your name.
Who’s to blame?
It’s not like you can blame my memory -
Everything I saved is indelibly
I didn’t read the box, it said “permanently”
Hard Drive space infinitely.
There’s no erase
for your face.
How could it …
…
Lying leaves holes like this.
Truth is a double-edged sword: People revere those who have the gall to speak their mind, on all counts. Yet, their guilty as sin if one of these martyrs speak at the expense of another, especially YOU. In reality, these brave souls are merely a vessel to the highest form of communication. We are taught early on not be rude; “If you have nothing good to say, don’t say anything at all.” Yet most miscommunication stems from selective honesty or omission of information. We must …
Goals in Soccer are much different than the ones you kick around in real life. You got The Idea that can change the world and change your life. BUT HOW COMMITED ARE YOU TO SEEING IT THROUGH? PLACE EMPHASIS ON WORK, AND YOU’LL BE ONE STEP CLOSER TO BEING A TRUE GO-GETTER. Dedicated to Nima, inspired by Tracy Noisette, Chad Marchong, Alex Lilavois, Danielle Boncic and Too Tall Theirry.
This summer, I have been humbled and fortunate to give out advice to those who dream big. With alacrity, I’m ready …
SAY YOU WILL
I’m such a fucking hypocrite
writing this shit.
Yea, they say actions speak louder than words,
So why is it when this is done,
it ALWAYS proves that its better than swords?
Maybe I have it all wrong,
the way I write lyrics for a song.
I’m only saying it over and over in my head,
instead,
of it coming from my mouth;
It was written,
an act in,
it of itself.
It’s so selfless,
The way I put these words together for less,
rather for free,…
MASTER OF EMOTIONS
There’s this pre-concieved notion,
That I lack empathy, emotion.
Is that how y’all really see me?!
I’m far from spineless,
It shouldn’t be
a strike on me that I’m never a mess
I’m like a pristine dress
you’ll never see a stain.
And when it comes to pain
I simply refrain
handle it better than Kurt Cobain.
It’s arcane,
the way it keeps me sane,
I think too deep, call me insane,
that I refuse to react,
in fact,
I respond,
after I ponder
before spats spit…
NEW YORK NEW YORK
I miss you, I made a mistake.
York, you’re my heart. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU.
Without a proper divorce, we were separated,
and I took her on the road.
She had me crashing out on wheel barrels, Arizona.
She’s hot, she has a lot of curves.
She takes me to a lot of highs, and lows
But she’s not cold like you.
I deserve that
I left you while no one else can leave.
Still, no one has your style,
your so different than the …
