only one way up

shut up
get up
shut up
get up


i'm screaming at myself in the mirror
and the mirror is you
fuck the poetry
fuck singing the blues


shut up
get up
shut up
get up


stop the silent default
living in that mind cult
i've had about enough of not enough
stop asking me what i want


shut up
you get up
you get the fuck up


this is no self help piece
chicken noodle soup
feel better soon on another fucking day
a p & j sandwich to make you more cozy


shut up
get up


fill your fucking cup
damn it
have the courage to fill it
feel it
and deal with it


these stupid nothings
letters jumbled
fucking had it
don't like it
stop asking me the same fucking question

price paid

you stole my angst
answered the door
let me in
said leave your longing now
sing this song with me now

but out on the doorstep lay all my words
out on the doorstep was all my world
the world made in place of you
the world created because of you

but now here i am
and it's hard to remember all the devices
it's easy to cover up all these slices
of my soul
damaged and broken
sewn together and healed
scarred and forgotten

but i guess there's no need to remember
all the bruises
all the denied knocks
unimportant details of yesteryears and days
as long as there is today
so happy and gay
yes so happy and gay

with my head low
looking for something i lost
feeling my wallet lacking doe
never knowing the the cost