Me, Medication, and of Course, the Sickness.

New album soon... Mostly acoustic and mostly depressing rubbish.

Will post songs as soon as possible.

My new workstation:

Picked Fruit

What ever happened to the lost art of forgetting?
Picking up dissected pieces and changing your settings.
Flipping through your life like a Television station,
viewing long enough to only see the channel's description.

You know I once saw you in the back of my mind.
I laid you out on a canvas to preserve the time.
I don't recall much but I think that you liked it.
This painting's insignificant compared to all the other shit.

Lies come and they go,
then they come again and they steal the show.
I don't understand why your hand is waving bye...
It's hard, it's cold, and it's dark at night.

Well they say misery loves company but i think it's in love with me.
I wake up for work and it kisses my forehead so gently.
On my way out misery prepares me a bagel like a concession,
with a glass of orange juice and a side of depression.

I feel like a picked fruit in a bottle of cheap wine.
My hopes and dreams were taken straight from their vine,
and in to this bottle, yeah I'll call it depression, I was thrown.
Say good bye to my friends, my family, fuck my home.

Lies come and they go,
then they come again and they steal the show.
I don't understand why your hand is waving bye...
It's hard, it's cold, and it's dark at night.

I remember once on my birthday...
You said you would love me always.
We'd be together for all time, time, time, time.
Well they turned out the be all lies lies lies lies...

Lies come and they go,
then they come again and they steal the show.
I don't understand why your hand is waving bye...
It's hard, it's cold, and it's dark at night.

Lies come and they go,
then they come again and they steal the show.
I don't understand why your hand is waving bye...
It's hard, it's cold, and it's dark at night.