Wednesday, August 22, 2007

The Nomad

The Nomad

For awhile it was all New York City
A lazy stroll through the park
Or take in a Broadway matinee
The nightlife is incredible
The one place pizza is edible
The grea-
test things a subway ride away

Complete at midnight
Bored by dawn
I yawn
Something isn't right...

Pack up
Pack up
Wave goodbye

I keep changing
I can't stop rearranging
How I define myself
As I try to find myself
Different places, different men
I always wind up here again
And again
And again

Then came in style was somewhere more... pretty
Packed up my pipe dreams on a lark
And shipped myself to LA
Cocaine and VIP lines
Accepted, victimless crimes
Let's play
As the palm trees above our egos sway

Complete at midnight
Bored by dawn
I yawn
Something just isn't right...

Smack up
Shack up
With some guy

I keep changing
I can't stop rearranging
How I define myself
As I try to find myself
Dye my hair, ink my skin
I come out the same again
And again
And again

What made me smile I found out was Sydney
Those aussies really have a spark
So happy and so far away
Daily routine a novelty
No worries, friends or family
It's okay
Isolation's what I crave today

Back up
Back up
Back up
Back up

See, the strange thing
With the scenery I keep exchanging
The only thing that gets better
Are the accents and the weather
No matter how well I plan
I'll just make up my mind again
And again
And again

Blonde or brunette
It's not yet
What I want
I forget
That it's not
What I get
Where I'm placed
It's the chase
And the threat
Getting caught
Getting trapped
I'll adapt
Wherever I go
I know
I bet I'll be a bit upset

I keep changing
I can't stop rearranging
How I define myself
As I try to find myself
Different places, different men
I always wind up here again
And again
And again

And again
And again
And again
And again
And again

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

I Gave Him My Heart, He Gave Me a Pen

I Gave Him My Heart, He Gave Me a Pen

I gave you my heart, and you gave me a pen
Promised myself I'd never come back here again
The ink blots as a I think lots about where we stand
You mumbled you'd see me but you never said when

I'm upset, but I shouldn't be
I'm an independent woman
Right?
I'm outspoken
Still heart broken
How serious can you get in one night?

How come I fall for strangers so easily?
How come I live inside my head?
How come I'm not in therapy already?
I spend all my time invested in you instead
I gave you my heart and you gave me a pen

I wore a sexy new black skirt today
Cost me the worth of an entire week's pay
I don't hide, slipped inside my diamond heels
My tits and my tattoo fully on display

Wish I didn't have to beg for you to be able
To prefer my company to what looks good on cable
I'm blurring more during our four-star meal
Playing footsie with the leg of the table

I'm mistaken, but I couldn't be
Our connection you can't
Forget
You're running late
While I'm dressed to the eights
That's as close as I possibly get

How come I stall moving on?
I keep picking the scab that already bled
Thought I could say anything, I was wrong
I desperately seek your approval instead
I gave you my heart and you gave me a pen

I try and restart, and pick up your pen
Write you a letter to see how you've been
It's been so long the ink's gone and the page is still white
So much for leaving your mark on my life