When We Were Kings

I remembered for a moment when you and I were kings-
Living like we didn't care much about anything.
We shared the best of times in that boiling summer heat-
Lighting strips of gasoline in the middle of the street.
How careless we once were and to reminisce again-
But we can’t even talk like we used to way back then.
When our only worry was where to skate or what to do that night-
The girls we tried to lure in but rarely got a bite.
So I wonder if you think about those times when we were young.
Now they're days I dream about even though I forget some.
And things may not have been easy; learning right from wrong.
We both were living out our lives but yours didn’t last as long.
I would reach out for a moment but where can you be found?
You've floated out there for so long and never came back down.
But thinking of those yesterdays, I know you're still out there.
Drifting through the atmosphere, your soul as light as air.
Either way its hard to think about how much has changed.
Everything is different now so it’s hard to stay the same.
But I hope you can be honest with yourself and where you are.
And when the day turns into night and you're up in the stars-
Make a wish and reminisce to someone close to you.
About a time when we were kings and the things we dared to do.

I Miss You

I would play and sing a song if you could listen.

I’d paint you up a picture if you could see.

I’d bring you fresh cut flowers if you could smell them.

And if you could feel we would go swing against the breeze.

I’d show you all my scars if you would let me.

And I promise not to tell you how I feel.

‘Cuz in the end I know it’s all just fiction.

And all of this would change to something real.

There are so many things that I could tell you.

And I’d skip the parts where I was feeling down.

It’s hard to fake a smile when you need to.

And I guess I just miss having you around.

The Game

To whom it may concern,

I’ve watched these candles burn.

I’ve taken my own life and turned it around.

So what is wrong and what is right?

I’m afraid I’m losing sight.

So now I think this all might take me down.

What happened to fear?

What happened to conscience?

What happened to purity?

I’m sure it’s me who’s lost.

When is it the same?

Who is there to blame?

We’re losing time

So where’s the line that’s being crossed?

So I’m sure it’s hard to see.

But it’s like the air we breathe,

It’s something that we need

So fill your lungs.

I’m living day by day

without turning away.

And I’ve had so much to say

But I bit my tongue.

So what happened to fear?

What happened to conscience?

What happened to purity?

I’m sure it’s me who’s lost.

When is it the same?

Who is there to blame?

We’re losing time

So where is the line that’s being crossed?

Fall of a Broken Heart

I stare out the window as I sit here on my own.

I’m getting sick of this small town.

Another season ends in this place I call me home.

I watch the leaves fall to the ground.

Well, I wish that I had wings so I could fly away sometime.

Find my own little paradise and leave this place behind.

I checked the mail today

and I guess I’m broke again-

Just another thing that’s got me down.

Inside was a fake post card of a place I could’ve been

when you were gone and not around.

Well, I wish that I had wings so I could fly away sometime.

Find my own little paradise and leave this place behind.