reaching out

I don't know how to do this
I don't know if I can
other people go through it
maybe that's just not who I am
forgive me if I'm awkward
but at this I'm pretty new
I'm reaching out to you
I'm reaching out to you

clarence

clarence thinks about other people
people he used to know
people who were nice to him
a long, long time ago
a waitress in Yuma, Arizona
a schoolteacher in Bangor, Maine
he remembers the faces, 
and most of the places
and although so much has changed
clarence always remembers your name

carence can't tell you about this morning
but he'll tell you about Christmas day
maybe it was a lifetime ago
but it feels half a mile away
with brothers and sisters and mom and dad
and friends coming down by the score
clarence remembers the fun they used to have
now none of them
are around anymore

new friend

I could use a new friend right now
I don't want to be lonely anymore
I want to be like all those people
I see out of my front door
they're walking together
they're talking together
taking each other in
when can I begin?

nothin'

I got nothin', man
ain't no money in my jeans
I got nothin', understand
I am not a man of means
but my dreams fly high as eagles
above rocky terrain
how come between
God and science
I'm the one who takes the blame

I just wanna eat bad food and sleep

Man, I don't want to fuckin' do anything. I don't want to write, I don't want to play music. I just wanna eat bad food and sleep.

Are you depressed, farmboy?

I don't know, man. It's these extremes lately. Like, I like being at home and shit, it's just that that I'm...

...bored?

Maybe. I'm tired of having physical problems, tired of physical pain. But, you know, it's still a whole lot better than it's been for the last three months. 

I gotta get some good sleep. I gotta not smoke so much weed. I need to take better care of myself.

You can start by not putting yourself down so much.

I know, right? Sometimes I think that that's really where I should start from.

asleep

I'm going to calm my mind
I'm going to shut my mouth
my eyelids are drooping heavy
and I believe they're heading south
I'm stifling a yawn
and my head is falling back
get off that couch, boy
it's time to hit the sack
and fall asleep
I'm falling asleep

ain't nothing on the TV
and it's too damn dark to walk
I don't think I can make it through
another minute on the clock
all the leaves are brown
and the sky is gray
but I ain't dreaming of California
it's time to hit the hay
and fall asleep
I'm falling asleep

          sominex and tylenol
          and chamomile tea
          are making sure my p's and q's
          translate to lots of z's
          sweet dreams are made of these

pull back the blankets
give a kiss and say goodnight
check under the bed for monsters
don't let the bed bugs bite
drift unencumbered into slumber
pray the Lord your soul to keep
you've finished all your stories
now it's time to count some sheep
and fall asleep
I'm falling asleep

unwritten letters

this empty hole
I call my heart
is missing you tonight
I gaze up at the stars
I wish I may
I wish I might
begin to see
your memory
conjured from thin air
I want to hold you
in my arms
but there's nobody there

          I've got all these
          leftover memories
          and no idea of what to do
          maybe I'll take them out someday
          but for now they'll hide away
          with all those
          unwritten letters to you