Pick you up

It’s ok, it’s ok
Somebody is going to
Pick up the pieces
And put you back together

Even if it’s not today
Somebody is on their way
To save you from this world
Ever changing rearranging

It’s ok, it’s ok
Someone’s going to
Pick you up

The rest of our life

I’ll get you through
Get you through it all
I’ll pick you up
Pick you up if you fall

Don’t you think for a second
That you’re on your own
I’m by your side always
You’ll never be alone

You get you through
Get me through it all
I’ll pick you up
Pick you up if you fall

No matter what you
Have to say
Just know I’m
A heartbeat away

We got through
Got through it all
We’ve picked each other up
Every time we took a fall

All that we’ve been through
This is just the beginning
Of the rest of our life

To my Mary

A millionth of a million

There’s a million faces
Some scarred and aged
But behind this face
Everything is staged

Stacked up one by one
Just to all fall at one time
And there’s a million heads
Only this one holds my mind

Millions or one
They told us we were
All just the same
Then they told us we were
Very special individuals
But we fell apart
They said that was normal
But my shaking hands
And my twitching head
Reminds me who I am
And how fucked up
They didn’t tell me I’d be

The end of the show

When I hear them laugh
And I hear them clap
I feel it stirring in my head
I’m ready to snap

They were laughing at me
I know they were
I know they were

In that moment
That boy turned into
A monster

“I built a really high tower
And it didn’t fall down”
But I did

They told me what to say
In that school play
The audience and laughter
Haunts me every day

And I’m fucked up
In my head I know
I should have bowed
At the end of the show

Get down and get with it

It’s like the olden days
Yeah the golden days
Are since forgotten
What’s with all these wires

It seems everything
Runs on batteries
Kids on computers
Only leaves in trees

Cards and dominoes
Even fancy clothes
Are gone with the hands
The hands of time

My old car has a carburetor
Runs like an old refrigerator
It’s loud heavy and steel
Not artificial, it’s real

Hell with this touchscreen
Twenty fifteen Nonsense
Take me back to
The days of the king

When sideburns were cool
Bell bottoms were in
And everyone knew how
To get down and get with it

Fight this

There’s terminal thoughts That I’ll never understand
This emotional helicopter
I can’t seem to land

Soon I know I’ll crash
Scattered along with trash
But I refuse to be forgotten

Don’t forget me
Don’t forget that I tried
My eyes are blinded
And my hands are tied

If you’ve ever felt this
Stand with me and fight this
Wake up, get up, carry on
This day had just begun