Conduit

Why couldn't you have hit me on a rainy day? So the puddles could cool all this hate. And next time you should aim to kill but I guess you weren't planning on doing me that favour. Behind the wheel; mind switched off, while he just talks and he just talks, And radio should be playing your song, but the silence goes on, and he goes on listing off all the reasons.

Twelfth of the sixth, could-be-anywhere new place, some new nondescript, ex-best friend of a good friend, a near sighting of you in someone else's arms. I'd believe you if you said you never meant to cause all this harm.

Why couldn't you have hit me on a rainy day? So the puddles could cool all this hate. And next time you should aim to kill but I guess you weren't planning on doing me like that. Admit you're playing the most dangerous game ever played.

Red Museum

So I guess the one thing I've learned is how to push people away from me. I'm rotting here, time goes slow; I'll be the last to know. 

I should have never believed you, and I should've stopped this one before the start. Before you tell me another time about how lucky we are. See I don't care, I've learned my lesson. And I'll burn this bridge as I pull my legs in. See I don't care, I've made my mind up. And I'm breathing in as you pull me under. And I should have never believed you, and I should've stopped. 

So consider this a failure, consider this a sign dear that it's all gone wrong, Yes this is all your fault. Yes this is all my fault. So consider this a warning, consider staying the hell away from me, 'Cause we're an awful team, and you're no use to me. And I'll file these prescriptions, and wash them down with equal measures of hate and helpless. So consider this a failure, consider this a sign dear that you fucked this up, Yes this is all your fault. Yes this is all your fault.

731

Go ahead and write me off, I'm not so special, I'm acting out. I'm boring myself, I'm Chinatown. And I'll play my forfeit to the ground.

Then comes the twist and the turn, no one really loves anyone. Like a mistake set in the bone, it won't work until you break it again. 

So, set it up and it's no different, your best friend is broken fingers, broken like the promises I keep rewriting to suit myself, I keep rewriting to suit myself And you say you're worried about my health. Zoey, this life is marked down as one mistake. One big mistake. Zoey, I'm out.

The Field Where I Died

I needed a new word for 'me' when I woke up this morning, Don't let it swallow you, don't let the long term start circling. These dark streets moved to repeat, You can travel but you'll never be me. It's around about then I start dreaming.

Blackout night, singular white light, it's blinding. My own white altar, am I imagining I saw her? The memory blurs with the pain. And I woke up here. Nine minutes missing. The horrible feeling that something is watching me.

The Red and the Black

I got a new bike to take me to the other side of the city. I quit my job for a full time demotion to searching. Aimlessly, still too stubborn to admit, The pointed similarity of our missing nine minutes.

We used to go to shows in community halls, now it's nothing like that at all. Do we deserve this? Living in fear of their next visit, uncomfortably. Or could they take me off the back of my bike? Am I going fast enough. And I'm seeing you in everyone I'm passing as the red light goes up.

Still too stubborn to admit the pointed similarities of our missing nine minutes. In genuine surprise, they call your name. Mary, you're the reason I'm here anyway.

Triangle

You wanna talk about what they stole from us, well you stole about half of me, But I don't mind, I'm gonna let you keep taking.

And it's becoming clear to me now how you can be recognised in two places at the one time.

You wanna talk about what you share with me. Well, from now on I want to share everything. These rooms ,they preach forgive and forget, but I guess you got in my head the same way that they did.

And it's becoming clear to me now how you can be recognised in two places at the one time.

And I heard about this guy, who knows all about missing time, And maybe could offer an explanation for why they're keeping us alive. And it's too bad that we met under these circumstances, but I have little money and enough time to be taking chances.

All Things

Cut to my landing we didn't make it any further than the itchy carpet. Rolled in your spacescape duvet smoking cigarettes, we got to talking about our abduction scenarios. A bright light that no one else knows, and the futility of it all. The once a month routines in the corners of abandoned community halls, I guess we're easily ignored. I guess we're easily ignored.

Mary, Mary, they don't believe us, and I'm tired. Mary, Mary, they don't believe us, and I'm tired of explaining this aching heart-hole. Explaining this aching heart-hole.

CGB

Cornered corner backstreet, some men have no names. As I'm watching my reflection fold deep in black lenses, we’re just playing games.

Far more serious to the outside, but you know and I know I  lost non-fiction for my last nine lives. You sold out, Jeffery Spender.

And everyone here is invisible but me.  Far more serious to the outside, But you know and I know I lost non-fiction for my last nine lives. You sold out, Jeffery Spender. And everyone here is invisible but me.

This is Not Happening

1:34am – saying everything I want to hear. Here's hoping you mean it. Here's hoping I believe you, dear.

And I heard they have great colleges away, and nice places to eat. And I kiss and I touch on your hands while you sleep. Your neighbours won't miss us and dream in a silence never granted to me.

And I said "Mary, it must be hard." You said "Forget it, it's the reason I was born." And I don't know East Texas but I'll find it. We'll land safe, sister. We'll land perfect.

Nothing Important Happened Today

A hole in the sky, no more night lights hide daytime gloom and deep greys that I've been returning to for the last one hundred days.

And I'll never set foot here again, and I won't make entries or work hard to pretend that I'll forget the small scar on the back of your neck.

Or all the awful things they did, or what you said and you said "Oh l will meet you halfway, Max. I'll make sure to tell my parents that we may never be back.”

And I'll never set foot here again, And I won't make entries or work hard to pretend, that I'll forget, or I'll forgive.

I had this sister but I can't remember if I ever met her, or if I'm just making all this up, in some futile attempt at establishing direction, an unhealthy obsession with a family tree. Rotting from undiagnosed disease. 

We all seem set to disappear. And if you see the girl will you let her know that someone's looking for her,  Know that someone's looking back.

I'm going to need something a little more concrete than the truth. I want to believe in the possible existence of a girl like you. A girl like you.