again, the time goes by

I have a bit of time because Brittany is in Fargo with the kids (and my mom), so I figured that I would update. 1 week to live, if dreams serve me correctly- so that kind of sucks. I should start buying lottery tickets.

I haven't even tried to pay any bills for two weeks. I guess I've figured that if I don't think about them, they'll go away. Not likely- so I'll get them figured out tomorrow when I'm sitting at my desk an hour early for work.

Speaking of work, I've been doing the very thing that I always do... rendering myself obsolete. I don't want to brag or anything, but I'm kind of a playmaker. I go in to a company, kick ass for a little while, and then when no more opportunities exist for ass kicking (or they run out of resources for said ass kicking), I move on. Well, it just so happens that I don't want to get to that point with this company. They've been treating me great, and really stand out as far as caring for their people. We'll see, I guess. Maybe once all of the electrical stuff is figured out, we'll start making robots... It could happen.

PS- Brittany is the best person ever to be married to.

years

this old life freezing like a locked door
shaking free from the snow
I want you to reach me, right away
and open what's broken
and I hope that you know

that my heart was colder than winter
it melted the first time I saw you face
the years haven't changed that at all

this old life, like a leaf barren shade tree
with nowhere left to grow
it seemed like forever, since my arms weren't empty
wanting for something
and I hope that you know

that my heart couldn't hold on to anything
until I held your hand in mine
the years haven't changed that at all

this old life standing in the sun
burning in my clothes
looking in your eyes, washing away
I can look past your arms
and I hope that you know

that my lips couldn't part for a smile
until they met with yours
the years haven't changed that at all

I know that you're hurting, like there's not enough sunlight
and September's just the darkest so far
but I'll always be with you, in the day or at night
whenever, wherever you are
because you're the only cure for what's broken
and years couldn't change that at all

white-black-bleeding

look at the sky, look at the sky
but the weights on our eyelids wouldn't oblige
there's a hard rain approaching, sweeping the waves
that will wash away all of the people I buy
in a stomach, sick, when the curtain falls
drawing lines and numbers when the telephone calls
using only a pencil to write on wet paper
about my wealthy agendas and healthcare laws

now that I'm postponing departures and turning a trick
inside of a brand new car with a stomach sick
we'll promote and push our wallpaper blends
without admitting it's the wall where we get our fix
"how infallible and lovely, your devotion this day"
to pay one a compliment while you push them away
well I'm a star with more holes than a traitor's heart
but I'll be there in fifteen and do whatever you say

quickly

the rain helps some people sleep
the rain keeps me awake
sad dream, *buzz*, sad day
I've spent all weekend with you, but I miss you
Me and you.