Mute

Sun shines upon a blank face
You smile but you can't say
A damn thing
You have nothing

Your pretty lips stay sticky slick
Covered in peach-cherry-chocolate lipstick
You're pretty
Just so damn pretty

And they just want to know your name
And they just want you to scream their name

C'mon, baby, here's my car
Don't speak, don't put your seatbelt on
We'll just stay in this backseat
Where you won't need to speak
A damn thing
You're so damn pretty

Fake eyelashes flash pretty quick
You sure can drive a stick
Keep your shoes on, we're not far
I promise, baby, I'm a star
You're pretty
Just don't speak to me.

Broken.

Version One:

The Georgia weather
Leaves me confused
Stuck between
These seasons, these hues
A flash of yellow
Becomes overcome in gray
Flowers wilt
Midst a rainy day

You sent your words
Over an empty line
I tell the truth
You won't apologize
Another flower falls
On my linoleum floor
You can't let live
Something that never has before

A broken smile
A toss of hair
Under my breath,
"You're never there"
The beads I let
Lay between my hands
Only cut me down
With foggy plans

And I never thought I'd say no,
But God, I ran, and you pushed me off.

I wrote about bridges
I wrote about you
I wrote about planes
And chasing you
But I can't chase
Someone who isn't there
There is only this pen,
This desk, this broken chair.

I have some pictures
I have this place
I have some people
To brush the hair out my face
I have a pen
Some lyrics too
I have enough
To help me get over you

I thought these words
Would bring me tears
But I have my strengths
I have my beers
A broken glass
Still keeps some light
It reflects back
It spirals out in plain sight

Version Two:

These Georgian clouds
Leave me confused
Stuck slow between
These grays, these blues
A broken rain
Falls through soft green
The seasons turn
But are leaving me

You spoke your words
Over an empty line
I won't let go
You won't apologize
Another petal falls
Upon my linoleum floor
You can't let live
Something that hasn't before

A broken smile
A toss of hair
Under my breath,
"He doesn't care,"
I held between my palms
Your rosen beads
They cut into the bone
You let me bleed

And horses always must run free
You let wild horses drag you away

I wrote about bridges
I wrote about truth
I wrote about planes
And chasing you
But I can't chase
Someone who isn't there
There is only this pen
This desk, this broken chair

I have some pictures
I have this place
I have some people
To brush the hair out my face
I have a pen
Some lyrics too
I have enough
To help me get over you

I thought these words
Would bring me to tears
Like rain falling down
It'll always clear
A broken glass
Still keeps some light
It reflects back
It spirals out in plain sight

Version Three:

These Georgian clouds
Left me confused
Stuck slow between
These grays, these blues
A broken rain
Falls through soft green
The season turned
But is leaving me

You lay your words
On an empty line
I can't let go
You can't apolgize
Another fallen petal
Hits my floor
You can't let live
What hasn't before

A broken smile
A toss of hair
Under my breath,
"He didn't care,"
Between my palms
Lay rosen beads
The beads you let
Cut into me

And horses always must run free
You let wild horses drag you from me

I wrote down bridges
I wrote down flames
I wrote down chases
I wrote down planes
But I can't chase
Who isn't there
There's just ink
A desk, a broken chair

I have some pictures
I have this place
I have some people
Brushing hair from my face
I have this pen
Some lyrics, too.
I have enough
To get myself over you.

I thought these words
Would bring out tears
Like broken rain
It'll always clear
A broken glass
Still keeps some light
It reflects back
Upwards in torn sight.