i got misery in my pocket and your heart in my hand, i am tired of red balloon rhetoric but that's just the way it comes out when i try to stand beneath a waxing moon. the railroad were stitches to my past, but im stuck planting seeds of good intention with a midnight spade and i'll stay lucky as long as i can think that way, im tired of the heartbreak havoc, my arms are heavy, blue and shaking when im running around begging for oxygen, its another weekend, another weekend, heard someone say you should forget yourself today. the kids are screaming singing "im an animal inside you" a wall over, faces flush red, words start to grow, and get stuck in your neck, roll over, shiver and shake, face coverd in the vines of a lonley mistake, i should be in an emerald jail or staring at the constellations glaring back, at my wishful sorry face, ill have to hate to pick back up again. living alone, my sunshine trys to hide her eyes, swallow the outer space. well, my old man sailed the seas and back. kicked the dust of his retreat to find the light pouring in, crawled to my mother's arms and said "lets bury our past". but im feeling cursed, tired and alone again, i just feel blue today, dad, and im sick of myself when im humming the songs, i write when im sad, but you knew all along God would send his Son, im giving up my life but my heart is something you dont want.