When It Rains

by: Brandon Elliott

So you're not perfect, but you act like it
nothing ever changes but we try
So it's okay, but you don't act like it
I can hear the shame when you sigh

I have faith in your sadness alright
and I trust that you won't succeed
So if you were wondering how I sleep at night
It's like the mindset of a hairline when it recedes

I'm not really that into myself,
I think maybe we should break up
But I'm stuck in this relationship
and I'm sinking to the bottom of the cup
drinking holes into my liver
Passed out, but I can hear "get up"
and I'd get up, but my feet don't touch the bottom of the river

So you say I have a knack for disappointment,
and I'm "like really not that cool"
So I'm not going to this appointment
and maybe I'm just a fool, but

You're perfect to me, but I don't act like it
And we can change the world while it complains
So it's okay, but not exactly like it,
I see your pain in the sky when it rains

Something, I Think +

By: Brandon Elliott
Something that's supposed to make you understand
Something that's meant to leave you scurrying
I think I'm finally ready to let go of your hand
I think it's about time that I stopped worrying

Something that makes you, breaks you, hurts your pride
Something that explains the way you make me feel
I think you're interesting, but I think our souls collide
I think you like the way you've watched me heal

Something that's happy, sappy, just for no reason
Something that's sad, just to keep you real
I think going against you might be treason
I think I like the way I watch you kneel

Something to metaphorically, rhetorically explain it
Something to synthetically, regrettably re-create it
Something to pull you away from doing nothing
Something to make you, mayday, make you feel something

I think you're thinking, sinking way too often
I think your thinking's shrinking, you're starting to soften
I think you think you've wasted way too much time
and if you're willing to fall, then I'm willing to climb

Something to panic you, something to panic me,
Something to think about when you're thinking of me

Hung Read Red Dreams

By: Brandon Elliott

Stop talking.
Stop

The noise is too sickening,
cutting through the air-
like a knife through a finger
"God, I can't find anything to wear"

There's a closet, it's full
tags still hanging on their strings
but it's not enough
it's not enough,
she's a high-class bulimic, she
pukes diamond rings

So I start drinking, it's apparent
I'm not fit to be a parent

"Shut up, stop talking"

Stop talking.
Stop

Her hand sliding down my stomach,
my hand sliding up hers
A television screaming in the background,
commercials are the worst

So I start thinking, it's conclusive
the DNA results will be inconclusive

"Stop!"

She's not talking.
She's not

The noise is like gunshots through air
Each fractal contracting, then splitting
My headache is splitting
Bang, bang

Spewing
Gunshots through her ear

Is that weird,
is that weird
Even the mirror is scared

So I start blinking, blinking
flashing lights that reveal
A flash of light re veils
my thoughts, life's plots,

an anecdotal fear

Stop talking.
Stop

They might hear
They might care

Digging ditches
Ticking ditches at the side of the road
wouldn't listen, wouldn't explode

So I filled it with the lies she told
and covered them up with her dead body

So I

I woke up, and I realized
this was all just a dream
or maybe, it was a metaphor
for my lack of self-esteem

So we met at four, at the church we
got married at,
on her finger, the diamond ring

and I brought a gun, and some rope
and some paper to say goodbye
because this time I'd be
sure

She'd stop talking
these hungried red dreams.

zzoness

by: Brandon Elliott

So clearly we've faded, lately we're jaded
These memories we've created
won't last very long

You say life's not forever, you're not very clever
Might as well, might never
You just sing along

To the depths of tomorrow, your eyes full of sorrow
"Can it wait until tomorrow?"
it's not like I care

Blurred thoughts, we're aware, everyone is scared
It's as if every line that we carefully prepared
possibly might be something, but we're too shy to share

Running from the edges, cradling the ledges
If only it was, if only it is
if anything at all was good

Sharpened to sell, our lives all for sale
Skin so burnt, skin so pale
we all struggle, understood

zzoness that move you, zzoness that shape you,
Grab my hand and don't let go,
if there's anything that you should know,
it's that I'm not permanent

Fast Forward / Rewind

By: Brandon Elliott

and we'll run away while time is mending

Your self-esteem is so condescending;
Love itself is so conditionally ending
So condescend me, without intending
and we'll stare down your worst fears

Every single panic
Every single up all night thinking
If our souls aren't looking; if they aren't sleeping
Then exactly how often are we blinking
and are we manic?--

And when did forgetting become so understood;
Where do feelings go when they fade
You shouldn't, but if you won't, someone should
and are we trying to continue or trying to evade

and who really cares

Because magic moods eat away at our pride,
and even though the dialog is kind of boring,
We're all just along for the ride

If your eyes are open, and they're somewhat starry
You're staring, but sometimes you feel kind of sorry
Why can't we ever be sure?

and why does it feel like we're in a war?

Though the blurriness is dreary, we're still alive
and everything's going to be okay,
but I thought about you again today
and it seems like we're just living to survive

Don't take it for granted, it's never what it seems
I hope that these words make it into your dreams
because it's really only you that I adore
And these sleepless themes
can't explain the deadened screams
and just to spite you, I plan to make it something more

Your thoughts condescend, your esteem depends, all of this to you is kind
But let's take a risk and as your memory ascends, fast forward and press rewind

and we'll run away while time is mending
and we'll stare down your worst fears
and are we manic?--
and who really cares

We're all just along for the ride
and why does it feel like we're in a war?
and it seems like we're just living to survive
and just to spite you, I plan to make it something more

More or Less or Nothing At All +

Cloudy eyes, countless lies, her anger gets in the way
If shallow breaths were consonants, I'd have nothing left to say
The champagne skies, the morphine drives, it's nothing but a sin
These thoughts, they drip, scream, hurricane, seems like it's never going to end

I whispered in your ear, the morning dew glistening
and you weren't listening
and I don't know what else to do

I fainted from the realization
that you were just another temptation
I guess I make mistakes too

Is the sun really smiling?
Or is that just a childhood art trend
And is the moon really sleeping?
Because tired hearts don't like to mend

And I think that what I think doesn't matter
Or maybe it's just my thoughts trying to scatter
Because if I don't start running soon, you will

And I think you had a lot to do with nothing
Or maybe we're both being stubborn
Because everything you do is just for the thrill

Stinging veins, burning flames, her shame hardly even exists
If cataclysm had any reason at all, the reason would probably be this:
The buzzing brains, the hangover pains, we're only trying to escape
But if you leave yourself behind, you'll find
a wreck tangle's not only a shape