Warm

To Myself (R.Lenhart)

I sit alone down by the river talking to myself. And I sit alone in front of my mirror watching myself.

I look good to myself. I sound good to myself.

Days and nights I'm still craving the same thing: attention I never get. It's not as if I don't have any good friends. I want more than I can get.

I'm so good to myself. I feel good for myself.

I'd change all my habits if I thought it would do any good. But then again what's the use since they're the reasons that I'm so good...

I'd like to say that I am satisfied, but the truth would be far away. Maybe I should just have a good cry, but my emotions are far away.

I can't cry to myself. I still lie...

Copyright 2007 by R.Lenhart
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Selfish (M.Ribeiro)

Ran across an old friend the other day, so glad to see me I turned to run. His hearty laugh had me seeing red. Could have used a dose of misery instead.

What are friends for? What's my friends for?

I remain a stranger to most of you all. Sad to say I like it better that way. I just can't tolerate your intolerance or all that stupid shit that you say.

What's an audience for? What's my audience for?
Don't like to talk about friends in the past tense. And I'm pissed at a god I don't believe in. Always thought this world revolved around me. Come to find there ain't no moral to this story.

What is life for? What's my life for?

Copyright 2007 by M.Ribeiro
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Stuck (M.Ribeiro)

What wasn't alright for me seems alright for you. And what you won't give up for me, I gave up for you

But I ain't bitter, I'll try to make you see. For you I've built a fire, please do not tread on me. Don't tread on me.

And as I spiral down I pray my parachute opens wide. But will you rip the cord? I'll leave it to you to decide.

But I ain't worried, I'll try to make you see. For you I've built a fire, please do not tread on me. Don't tread on me.

I know you hear me knocking but you won't let me in and I can't fathom your decision. Is this a dagger I see before me? Please tell the truth. Should I prepare for the incision?

I can't take. I can't take any more. Do you remember? Do you remember when I promised not to turn my back?

Can we turn back the hands of time? I want to turn them back...

Copyright 2007 by M.Ribeiro
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WhoDoShoBeFunky (R.Lenhart)

You can jump in if you feel the need. Just give me something to enlighten me. Make me have to think it's not like my foundation's dry. Watch it slip and slide like biscuits on a butter high.

Did you hear someone complain that that don't make no sense to me? If you want to have that certainty so bad, don't let the truth pollute the laws of your dogmatic stand.

Who spiked the rum with the punch?

Some things we love they're just not made for mass appeal. Some things we love to hate because we're told that's how to feel.

Did you hear someone complain that liquor's just too strong for me? You're free to take another drink or just say no. But you're not free to shove it down somebody else's throat.

I am smelling something wafting through the air. Your mind is rotten. You don't know to care. Wasting all your precious time in negativity. You can't see the pretty forest for a couple ugly trees.

Did you hear someone complain there's nothing in this shit for me? Clue in that idiot he shouldn't be so rash. You might find treasure floating in somebody else's trash.

Do what you want. It's no skin off me.

Some folks we hate because they live without a care. Thems folks we hate to love so much it makes it tough to bear.

Did you hear someone complain there's just too many damn complaints? You might think I got my head stuck in the sand. See, I'm not always such a blind a patriotic man.

Casey Monster (R.Lenhart)

Here come Shanearator. Little Bo Peep with a smile ten miles wide. There he go, I'll see ya later, spinning in a circle speaking ubbydubby all the time.

And I should be satisfied

Here comes Casey Monster. Little white sheet from his head down to this toes. There he goes, my little monster, acting out a scene from a Scooby Doo episode.

And I should be satisfied

Here comes Miss AMC. After all these years and she still look fine to me. You go, girl. Everybody see, if it weren't for you I'd be a walking catastrophe.

And I should be satisfied