Lonely and Guest

Loneliness is best enjoyed with a friend
A friend is best enjoyed when they’re alone and
Weariness comes and wears me out for a while
But even tiredness gets tired over time

I will think it over and over and over
As if I don’t know a word or there is nothing to go for
My tongue stuck to the roof of my uncharted mouth
and my inside does a little shake and shout it’s shouting

And there’s a dance party goin’ on inside myself
On the outside I’m stoic and nobody knows that
On the outside I’m really not myself
I just want to blow it to and yell and explode but
I keep quiet

There’s a little girl with her coloring book
With bouncy curly brown hair and a smiling secret keeping look
She smiles to herself as she shows what’s in her head
By way of crayon all that one would ever want to hear said

She never thinks about loneliness not ever
Her company’s sweet and comforting and it makes me feel better
Her simple way it savors every second
Her tasteful whimsy washes o’er me I won’t forget it

And that dance party’s still goin’ on inside myself
On the outside I’m stoic but somehow she knows that
On the outside I’m really not myself
She knows I wanna throw it on the ground It’s nice to know that
She keeps me quiet

I don’t need this, This is foolishness, Stay away from this
This is false bliss, There’s death in its kiss
I’ll regret this, With all its fake innocence
I don’t know from whence it came, Or who’s to blame
But now I know it has a name, And yet I can’t
Make it go away

Loneliness is best enjoyed with a friend
A friend is best enjoyed when they’re alone and
I should really invite her to the party
Thank God I said it now it’s really starting

And that dance party’s goin’ on and it’s going swell
Jesus sent me a little girl with her sweet whimsical curly curls
To remind me loneliness I do to myself
This rest is so much better, God, I’m glad that I met her
Now I can be quiet

Spent

While my words run away
Help me run with them, run with them
Keep in step and stay
Just run with them, run with them

Give your ears, as I say
Far too much to them, too much to them
All these games, yes I play
Far too much with them, too much with them

Round and round get a little bit high
Round and round get a little bit dry

Give me a plan and a year,
And I’ll comfort them, I’ll comfort them
Give me a man and all his fears,
And I’ll comfort him, I’ll comfort him

ooo

Remember now that the words are gone
They were already said, already said
I forgot my own name
Who will comfort me, who will comfort me?

Rest

You’re going to make it alright
And You’re going to make it be  fine
Futures can be unclear
Mine’s Yours simply cause You care

I’m grateful for what You’ve done
You saved me after I killed Your Son
My hands were covered in his blood
then you held my hands in Yours and You said it is done

Someday there’ll be time
When time no longer goes by
That day will be at the end
Of my life when I rest quiet

Anxiousless

My thoughts are forming awfully slow
God, set my mind right
And keep my feet light
I’ve done this before but well you know
That doesn’t make it easy
It isn’t easy

Gotta get the time right
Gotta make it sound right
Gotta make it seem like
I know which way to go

Just let me do it quick cause I’ll ruin it if I don’t
I might if I do
But make it easy
Who knows it might be what you really really wanted to know
Is it much to lose?
I hope it’s easy

I thought you didn’t and I didn’t guess we’ll see how it goes
Let’s make it breezy
Let’s make it easy
I’m going places and you’re going places why go alone
Let’s try slowly breathing
Let’s try it easy

Who cares if the time’s right?
Who cares if it sounds right?
I hope it’s alright
But I’ve no idea where to go

Little Heart

I’m all over the place
Can someone please tell me why I am here while I’m there too?

Tears on my face
Unwelcome visitors that tell me something’s wrong

That’s why I feel like something is wrong

now now my little heart
nobody knows you
not even I do
not even I do

now now my little heart
nobody knows you
nobody knows you
nobody knows you

That’s how I know that something is wrong

A Case of Quiet

Similar Sunday mornings
All the cars rush by swerving side to side
With the blinders on the windows open wide

Flowers on the balcony
The smell mozies on in sweeter than a sin
And it heals your soul and it leaves you wantin’ more

On this day of rest I’m afraid to move for fear that it’ll end

Raindrops drip drop down
The pittering pattering sound wets the indignant ground
They make the flowers dance like on a weekend in Paris, France

And in that quiet hour
I open my book give it a long look
And I pray and I think and I say I love you

Reading words written in red
Words of a writer, a poet, a fighter
A long dead author, but long lived who left little left unsaid

On this day of rest I’m afraid to move for fear that it’ll end