The Vice Suite

Your Skin

I'm too busy pulling at your ear
while your busy climbing out my window
and my heart is pouring out alongside your
midnight escape

we're defined by the constant
receiver
meet
handset
dance that
punctuates everyday
in such a timely fashion

the sound of your voice
lost on me
the sound, so faint on my ears
replaced instead by

dialtone monologues.


Your Voice

scream til your lungs bleed.
please, baby do me this favor
and tonight let's sing this song
let's sing our song
for no one but ourselves

scream till your lungs bleed
so hard that the stars can hear your cries
yeah, we'll sing until our eyes tear up
until we remember being kids

so let the wind harbor all our ill will
even in the cold, we still manage to sing
so lets scream until our lungs bleed.


Your Dreams

your personality
is measured in each confrontational standoff
each piece of paper you pull
each lock of hair you burn

all the times you lied to me
you were really lying to yourself

try to see legitimacy through silk-covered eyes
while your at it
try to sell all the
salt of the sea
to each and every kingdom

I believe in you
come back to me when you can
broken and weary
transgressed and
seared,
you still
fit into my arms all the same.