This is an oldie. Recorded in 2005. It was the first recording I finished on a DAW, but I'd played it a lot in the last band I was in (around the turn of the century). I think it was written in the mid 90s. It's about one of the casualties of…

They say we're dangerous, that we never really cared. That we're selfish, we're blind, and pessimistic. But I'm not wired for disaster, I'm not broken at the seams. Alas, I've been watching them, rip away from me. Digest my insides, they are…

Wake up, and smell the roses We’ve piled them, on your coffins And you’ve roamed, and you’ve roamed From first place, to the end of the road Now you know The hearts, no place for a home Cause you linger to long, and get left alone And you…

We are but too tiny vessels, Riding whitecaps from the storm And while are sails are torn and ragged Our bearing still points straight north And I, dont know, if we’ll make it But I, just know, we’ll have a damn good time Into the eye we’ll…

The sun is my only true friend. He follows me around no matter what situations I happen to get us in. He goes to sleep a little earlier than me, but that's ok cause he wakes up while I sleep. And he never storms away from me, ok well maybe he…

They said look out, he speaks to wolves Look out, he’s snow And you grow, a thousand ft or so, per year You’re bark is too thin, and winter’s coming soon Axes and teeth, and grins Will mark your way from here Hold, oh hold on Cause life is…

Started off alright, in a homestead Started kissing til the morning light, in a home Started off alright, for a broken Piece of mangled light, on a cross Hang me in the pasture, hang me out to dry Even now, I see you smile, behind white picket…

I don't know where I'm going, When I arrive I'll be sure to let you know. I don’t remember where Iv'e been, Just that I haven't felt the same way since. I don't know where Ill end up, Man I find it hard to give a damn. Three more bars on this…

There isn't anyway to walk the oceans like he did, And trust me, I know. My mistakes drowned me, A long, long long time ago. You never seem to find, Everything you're looking for. What a waste of time, to spend your life, Buried on the ocean…

Oh to be young; to feel with no prejudice. To grow the way we did, is to be lost- Speechless, fumbling with yourself; regrets of what could and could not be. To fall away from those summers, spent recklessly wasting away our youth, is to grow…