A New Kind of Tired
At Pomona’s End
fish for bears
Is the light always underneath the tree / beneath my feet / is it really hard work that I need to breath / theres no oxygen in this polluted town / no room for error or mistakes / everything I’ve ever known and ever will keeps bursting at my seams / and I just need to let everything go into the lake of my swimming dreams
It’s just killing me
I cant tell you these words so I brought my six stringed friend / and my other strung out buddy who lives at pomona’s end / I hope you feel the same ‘cause it is true that / I’m afraid that only rejection lies awake / and what’s at stake?
It’s just killing me
can we catch a break in our lives
‘cause we can’t get any breaks of the ice
to catapult our minds
to be alive
every moment of our time here.
we believe
even if subconsciously
that all we make and do
must fit the rules of our society.
but what is right and what is wrong?
who’s to tell me what to write in every song
or how to love and for how long?
so when we open our gates
another world awaits
where love can be the sea
and we are all the fish.
we’re just fish for bears
It’s just killing me
Everyone’s Telling The Truth
Beast Coast
Two week disease 