Pheonix

So I'm getting pretty tired of this shit. My room is a mess, my journal is blank, and my songwriting's blocked. Something's obviously been going on and that something is going to gtfo right this instant. Ya hear?

Here's a song I wrote a long time ago. By that I mean like 2 months and by that I mean it's true.

Gold & Green

I hate that when my basement floods

You're still the one I'm thinkin' 'bout

As I panic, and throw towels at the floor.

Even in these trying times

I still talk to you in rhymes

And I'm not too sure that I can't take much more.

Diggin' through the dirt to clean the storm drain

Not bothering to shelter myself from the rain

Endlessly pushing through worms, leaves and bark

Nothing on my mind but that breathtaking spark

And nothing on my lips but a smile in the dark

Now the door is closed, and the flood contained

But I've not yet grown bitter to the sound of the rain

And, moving books to boxes that won't mold

I'm startled by the absence of frustration

It's 2:30AM and I'm way too cold

But I'm wrapped in the blanket of elation

Nothing to do but hum softly at you

My hands still flecked with dirt

The stucco doesn't care for my antics,

So I bid it adieu

And I guess, to you too

When I shut my eyes and threw my mind to hope.

The maple taste still on my tongue

It hits me that we're so young

And beautiful, and fresh and dumb.

So many mistakes left to make

So many patterns to break

And holy shit, so many risks to take

So look at my eyes just one more time

And tell me that you don't see

Inside the rings of gold and green

Everything you mean to me.

*******

And there you have it. My version of a love song.

I'll play it for you sometime if you ask me IRL. I dare you.

Now I'm gonna go clean my room and my spirit. Until next time...