Stage 8

Song i wrote. i imagine it with an indie vibe. Perhaps some piano or accoustic guitar backing it up. Based on erik erikson's stage 8 of development.

Stage 8
There's a clock on the wall
It tells me 3 hours left of fall
All alone as I wait for the winter

There's a crack in the glass
It lets me know that which I lack
Is condition

Chorus:
And if it's already gone
How does one recall it all
Are we just moving parts
Without a mission?

The traffic has dispersed
In our sleep we are emersed
And under covers

It’s the last thought we dream
As our bodies let us know
That we are older

Chorus:
And if it's already gone
How does one recall it all
Are we just moving parts
Without a mission?

In the morning I awake
With a slowly burning ache
And a fever

It’s the last thought I’ll have
Will the bill collector’s dad
Know who I am?

Chorus:
And if it's already gone
How does one recall it all
Or are we just moving parts
Without a mission?

Revenge Never Tasted So Sweet

These are some screamo songs I wrote tonight about getting revenge. Revenge on certain people in my life. A guy and a girl in particular. They hurt me at separate times in my life. And sometimes I wish I could hurt them which is the point of the song "yet", but I mostly wish that my success in life is revenge enough which is the point of the song "I shall be well"

Yet

You don’t swallow up the fight

I push you back, you clutch me tight

Pull my hair and scream “Bitch!”

Just one more punch

And you’ll see right

Liars get the shitty end

With nothing to defend

You’ll fear me consequently

But it’s not the real thing yet

You’re just a selfish disgrace

Blood in my eyes, hands in my face

Ripping at your clothes

Tears all over the place

I knock you out of space

Liars get the shitty end

With nothing to defend

You’ll fear me consequently

But it’s not the real thing yet

You’re awake in bed

I stand there watching

Picture me intently watching

It’s not the real thing yet

But it will be “bitch!”

Liars get the shitty end

With nothing to defend

You’ll fear me consequently

But it’s not the real thing yet

yet, Yet, YEt, YET!

It’s not the real thing yet.

I Shall Be Well

Far away from it

Tracing back our roots

When we used to love

When we used to run away

When we used to sing about friendship

Wrap it up in plastic
Call it just another day

Another day without you

Is just what I need

Far away from it

I shall be well

No more counting back tracks

Or laughing in your room

And I shall be well

I shall be better for it

You never listened to the sound

Of continents drowning

You just pointed fingers

At a map and said

I couldn’t do that

I couldn’t be well

And so far away from it

I shall be well

No more counting back tracks

Or laughing in your room

I shall be well

And I shall be better for it

Cause the tracks turn around

And the laughter turns to tears

But I shall be well

And I shall be better for it