Hatchet

Spinning vinyl 

Your words are whispers 

Between the lines

Undefined 

Each track scratches 

Im under the hatchet 

hoping for a quick death 

prayer every breath 

crying for a way 

I've run fast enough 

yelled loud enough 

and I'm down on my knees 

In the mud on these local trails 

But what it entails 

is a death inside 

a breakdown again 

this is my last chance 

I reach for the wind 

regret all my sin

i open the door 

and I let you in 

I'm empty 

it's ok 

I'm waiting to be filled again

with stuff that's new

more like honey

more like rain 

smoother than coffee 

deeper than pain

Mother, Father

I'm related to you 

Your blood boils in my veins 

Your hurt runs in small pipes 

Hydrating me 

I'm related to you 

They say I've got my fathers eyes

I see you in my compromise 

They hear you when my words are wise

I came from you 

I run from all your reckless motions 

I carry rivers, your emotions 

Each and every heavy notion

You're my father 

They say my eyes just have a look 

my days are written in your book 

I threw away the pain and took 

Something lighter 

You're my mother 

I didn't really ever breathe 

then you walked in, rocked me to sleep 

You wake me every morning 

to watch the sun bringing relief 

Heart

goddamn, it burned, and i let go

of the fiery heart that you once knew 

it sang like a bluebird 

it crowed like pan 

it's colors were painting all over your plan 

but your eyes were angry 

when I let it grow 

goddamn, it shook, so I shut it down 

it cracked like an earthquake 

it howled like the wind 

it tossed and turned, didn't let me win

but your eyes, annoyed 

when I let it breathe 

goddamn! it hurt, so I closed the door 

did you see the blood? 

it cried like a newborn 

and cursed like a sailor 

it yelled like a angry, forgotten teenager 

and your eyes were sad 

when I let it die