The Gleam

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1. Sanguine

Make me sanguine
Help me genuinely
Kill the doubt that strangles myself worth
Paint the picture that I swore I heard

Spiritless and mean
Ghost that comes between
I will keep my wits about myself
Disregard directions sent from hell

When it brings the gleam
Longer lasting than me
Oh my love but we are bound to die
My heart is broke but you won’t hear me cry
Oh my love but we are bound to die
My heart is broke but you won’t see me

2. When I Drink

When I drink
I say things I don’t want to say
I do things I don’t wanna do
I talk mean to you
But if I think
I just might get something out of this
My parents taught me to learn when I miss
Just do your best
Just do your best

It’s the only way to keep that last bit of sanity
Maybe I don’t have to be good but I can try to be
At least a little better than I’ve been so far

But when I drink
I hear things that aren’t really there
I feel things when I shouldn’t really care
Have fist fights with the air
But if I think about someone besides myself
I lived through the silver and the bell
With something to tell
Just do your best

It’s the only way to keep that last bit of sanity
Maybe I don’t have to be good but I can try to be
At least a little better than I’ve been so far

But when I drink
I spend the next morning in a haze
But we only get so many days
Now I have one less
Just do your best

It’s the only way to keep that last bit of sanity
Maybe I don’t have to be good but I can try to be
At least a little better than I’ve been so far
Oh, at least a little better than I’ve been so far

3. Yard Sale

I wonder if this blade ran through someone’s side
The blood wiped away to hide
How evil you grandfather was ‘fore he died
But war can make monsters out of us all
I’m sure I’d become one if I was called
And then it would be my blade
Here at this yardsale

The guitar I am holding is way out of tune
The neck it is warped and the saddle is through
I wonder if sweet music ever was played
From the hands of a boy to a girl in the shade
From this rickety ghost of a song
Here at this yardsale

A dollar for anything here on this quilt
A price tag for hands from which all things are built
A blanket of voices speak pleasure in shame
Flowers of plastic and fruit of the same
A basket of nothing at all
Here at this yardsale

So if I had the money I’d buy everything
And cover the whole lot with good gasoline
And burn it for all that I care for the past
And rid mother earth of what never should last
And give her the present of ash
Made of a yardsale

4. Backwards With Time

Folk always told me that my heart would grow
The older the man, yeah, the stronger the stone
Am I losing my mind?
Am I growing backwards with time?

Some say with age that a purpose comes clear
I see the opposite happening here
Are we losing the fight?
Are we growing backwards with time?

I was young and love was fun
Now it’s so serious
Now all the fun has equal pain
There’s something wrong with this
For all I know there’s more I don’t
Oh the little I have learned
For every year of knowledge gained
Is a negative year I’ve earned

Folk always told me that my heart would grow
The older the man, yeah, the stronger the stone
Am I losing my mind?

5. If It’s the Beaches

Don’t say it’s over
Cuz that’s the worst news I could hear
I swear that I will
Do my best to be here just the way you like it.
Even though it’s hard to hide;
Push my feelings all aside
I will rearrange my plans and change for you.

If I could go back
Then that’s the first thing I would do
I swear that I would
Do my best to follow through
Come up with a master plan
A homerun hit a winning stand
A guarantee and not a promise
That I will never let your love slip through my hands.

If it’s the beaches
If it’s the beaches sands you want then you will have them
If it’s the mountain’s bending rivers then you will have them
If it’s a wish to run away then I will grant it
Take whatever you think of
While I go gas up the truck
Pack the old love letters up
We will read them when we forget why we left here…

6. Find My Love

What makes it easy to treat people bad?
Some things you say and you can’t take ‘em back
What makes it easy to run from the past,
like a child runs from the dark?
Which is the poison and which is the wine?
The scent and the colors are so much alike
And how much of each will it take to decide,
when your at the table alone?
Where do you go when it’s perfectly clear?
You might find your way but you won’t find it here
What makes it easy to sound so sincere,
when you know that you don’t care?
Love gets lost
Love gets lost
Find my love
Find my love

How can you tell when goodbye means goodbye
Not just for now, for the rest of you life
How can you stand there with love in you eyes
And still be walking away
Love gets lost
Love gets lost
Find my love
Find my love
Find my love
Find my love