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Miles Away

I don’t know where to go. I don’t know who to turn to. I’m standing in the dark. I’m reaching blindly for you. I don’t feel anything but loneliness. Been trying to make a connection with this little bag of dots. Pave some kind of expressway straight into your heart. To dig below the surface before I lose my mind. I tried to read your mind today, but you’re a million miles away. Instant distance, resistance. I see our burning bridge. Don’t keep it to yourself. You keep it deep within. Don’t you go, don’t you stay. I pray. Don’t you take my heart away. Building walls every day, every way, then you turn and walk away. My heart you hold in the palm of your hands. What silence knows; I don’t understand? Don’t you go, don’t you stay a million miles away. You’re sorry about the smokescreen. You drifted from the truth. You didn’t recognize that you had some power over me And I’m sorry about the rainstorm that I blew in your face. I only wanted to know that when I looked into your eyes, I’d see the truth, and that what I was seeing, and feeling, was all connected to you and me. I tried to read your mind today, but you’re a million miles away. Instant distance, resistance. I see our burning bridge. Don’t keep it to yourself. You keep it deep within. Don’t you go, don’t you stay. I pray. Don’t you take my heart away, building walls every day, every way, then you turn and walk away with my heart you hold in the palm of your hands. What silence knows, I don’t understand. Don’t you go, don’t you stay a million miles away. I tried to read your mind today, but you’re a million miles away.

words by j.wilson

Everything’s Perfect

Am I as I’ve always been? Or am I as I seem? Am I all or nothing? Is nothing all I am? Why do I do what I’ve already done? When before I said never again, am I all or nothing? Or is nothing all I am? It doesn’t matter how they see me. It doesn’t matter what they think. It doesn’t matter if they kill me. It doesn’t matter if I sink. Everything’s gonna be perfect. Everything’s gonna be fine. Everything’s coming up roses. Everything’s gonna be mine. Am I as I’ve always been? A smokescreen for a face. Are there signs of clearing up? The traffic in my head. Why must I be what they tell me to be? When they tell me to be such a fool, why can’t I be what I wanted? Why don’t I know what that is? It doesn’t matter how they see me. It doesn’t matter what they think. It doesn’t matter if they kill me. It doesn’t matter if I sink. Everything’s gonna be perfect. Everything’s gonna be fine. Everything’s coming up roses. Everything’s gonna be mine. Why do I do what I’ve already done? When before I said never again, Am I all or nothing? Is nothing all I am? Yes, no, maybe so. Yes, no, maybe. Yes, no, I don’t know. If I am, if I ever. Everything’s gonna be perfect. Everything’s gonna be fine. Everything’s coming up roses. Everything’s gonna be mine.

words by j. wilson

Fit Together Tight

I give you the right to live here on my land. I give you the right to know the color of the palm of my hand. I give you the right to read between my lines. And I give you the right to eat the fruit from my vines and swallow me whole once we’re inside of the other. We fit together tight. You’re right by my side. I’m glad to have you follow me. I’m glad to have your lead. Fit together tight. You know you’re my missing piece. Fit together tight. Just like Adam and Eve. You give me the right to keep you safe and sound. You give me the right to wait with you for the moon. You give me the right to all your hopes and fears. You give me the right to tempt your honey lips and swallow you whole once we’re inside of the other. We fit together tight. You’re right by my side. I’m glad to have you follow me. I’m glad to have your lead. Fit together so tight. You know you’re my missing piece. Fit together so tight. Just like Adam and Eve. I give you the right to live here on my land. And you give me the right to wait with you for the moon. I give you the right to all my hopes and fears. And you give me the right to swallow you whole.

words by j. wilson

photo by cottonbro @ pexels

Just Before Night

I visualize you and I, keeping ourselves occupied. While the war is going on outside, by keeping the bed warm tonight. No more power, only nurturing, where weakness is greater than strength. Our favorite time of day is just before night. When darkness comes and swallows the light. We’ll take the blinders from in front of our faces. No more pulling triggers, no more pulling strings. You and I, and our pleasure chest, and the treasures there that we possess. It’s like you and are being pressed, immortalized between two saints. While the war is going on outside, we’re keeping our bed warm tonight. Our favorite time of day is just before night. When darkness comes and swallows the light. We’ll take the blinders from in front of our faces. No more pulling triggers, no more pulling strings. If I could be your drug. Which one would I be? If I could be your drug. I’d be your ecstasy. Our favorite time of day is just before night. When darkness comes and swallows the light. We’ll take the blinders from in front of our faces. No more pulling triggers, no more pulling strings.

words by j. wilson

photo by cottonbro @ pexels

Red Headed Mama

Look at her walk. Walk down the hallways. Of our minds day and night. Look at her walk. Walk down the hallways. Into our souls. She’s taking control. You’d better crawl back under your stone. Where it’s cold, dark, and damp. And you’re all alone. Red Headed Mama. Red Headed Mama. You’d better crawl back under your stone. Where it’s cold, dark, and damp. And you’re all alone. She will cause a change in you. That you’ve never felt. First, you’ll burn. And then you’re gonna melt. You’ll feel the fire burn. Deep inside your eyes. And soon your body’s lost. And feeling hypnotized. You’d better crawl back under your stone. Where it’s cold, dark, and damp. And you’re all alone. Red Headed Mama. So sweet. Red Headed Mama. You’d better crawl back under your stone. Where it’s cold, dark, and damp. And you’re all alone. Boil. Boil. sings her brew. You hear her calling? She’s calling you. A drop of your heart. A pinch of your soul. Her old black magic. Has taken control. You’d better crawl back under your stone. Where it’s cold, dark, and damp. And you’re all alone. Red Headed Mama. Red Headed Mama.

words by j. wilson & b. askew

photo by cottonbro @ pexels

Where Are You Gonna Run To?

Where are you gonna run to? When that final day is here. Who’s gonna hide you? When all things are made clear. Maybe you miscalculated. Maybe you got too good at looking the other way. And how long has it been? Since you stared dead in the face of how things are today. We’ve got to help each other. We’ve got to learn to love each other. When you look into the mirror, what is it you see? Could it really be? Have you sacrificed your soul? Do you know who you really want to be? We’ve got to help each other. We’ve got to learn to love each other. Just a little reminder from someone else who cares. The times are getting tougher, and deceptions are in the air. Don’t let them control your mind. You know what happens every time you let them. Hold fast to your dreams and pretty soon it seems you’re in them. We’ve got to help each other. We’ve got to learn to love each other.

b. askew & j. wilson

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