february winter

turn up the heater
this apartment is freezing
february winter

do the math

put you and me together
and add up the score
in clear and cloudy weather
it's exactly what we've been searching for
I'm gonna rise to the occasion
I'm the answer to your equation
no matter what the situation
you can count on me

          do the math
          we belong together
          like half-and-half
          ain't nothing better         
          I'm saying this for our own good
          for our own behalf
          do the math
          do the math
          do the math

put one and one together
and the sum you get is us
baby, I'm the inventor
of a love that you can truly trust
I'm gonna show you what I'm made of
ain't nothing to be afraid of
no matter what you say, love
you can count on me

          do the math
          we're the right decision
          baby, there's no path
          in long division
          one day we'll look back on this
          and we'll just have to laugh
          do the math
          do the math
          do the math

eggshells (rewrite one)

no wolf at my front door
no monster under the bed
no stranger in the shower
still I am filled with dread
there's nothing to be afraid of
far as the eye can see
so why am I waking on eggshells
when there's no one here but me

the news is what it always is
the world's gone to hell
business is filled with bastards
out for only themselves 
my home should be my safe place
you'd think that's how it would be
so why am I walking on eggshells
when there's no one here but me

          someone once put
          these words in my brain
          "keep your friends close
          but keep your enemies closer
          it's easy when they're
          one and the same
          but it's an emotional 
          roller coaster

there's no excuse for self-pity
no reason to be pissed
call suicide prevention
but first call my therapist
I need some intervention
to keep myself away from me
please, can you answer my question
when I look around I see
that I'm always walking on eggshells
when there's no one here but me

eggshells

no wolves are at my front door
no monsters under the bed
no one's hiding in the shower
still I am filled with dread
there's nothing to be afraid of
as far as I can see
so why am I waking on eggshells
when there's no one here but me

the news is what it always is
the world's gone to hell
business is filled with lying bastards
only out for themselves 
but home should be my safe place
you'd think that's how it would be
so why am I walking on eggshells
when there's no one here but me

          someone once said
          "keep your friends close
          but keep your enemies closer
          it's easy when they're
          one and the same
          but it's an emotional 
          roller coaster

there's no excuse for self-pity
no reason to be pissed
call suicide prevention
but first call my therapist
I need some intervention
to keep myself away from me
please, can you answer my question
when I look around I see
that I'm always walking on eggshells
when there's no one here but me

in spite of you (rewrite four)

every hour of honest work
every healing inside the hurt
every morning when I wake
every rough and ragged 
breath I take
everything I can
I'm going to
everything I am
everything I do
I'm making it though
in spite of you

every year of growing old
every journey of my soul
every time I've had to fight
to see between wrong and right
and try to understand
before I choose
everything I am
everything I do
and I'll do what I have to do
in spite of you

          you've wanted to harm me
          since I can remember
          but now you don't alarm me
          I don't have to surrender

every second
every minute
of a life with joy within it
I will fight to the end of my will
to make sure that your voice is stilled
everything I am
everything I do
every well-earned plan
from a forgotten clue
I know what is true
that's why I'm getting through
in spite of you

left shoulder

time is sitting on my left shoulder
watching me while I work
saying every day you're getting older
and still you can't hide the hurt

Luck doesn't exist unless it's bad

So here I am again, waiting for something to happen in my life that's not filled with stress and worry. Finances are fucked, I don't have an audience, I don't have any friends anymore. I don't know what to do.

What have you been doing, farmboy?

Well, I'm involved in a fuckin' lawsuit, people just keep wanting big sums of money from me and my funds are disappearing. And luck, you know, luck doesn't exist unless it's bad. It's a proven fact. You can look it up.

No, you can't.

Yes, you can.

Can't.

Can.

Try looking it up on the internet. I'm sure that you'll find some proof somewhere that bad luck is the only kind of luck. I'm sure of it. Go ahead, look.

(bored) If you say so, farmboy.

Okay, if I look it up and show you, will you believe me then?

No.

No?

I'm not sure how much I believe in luck, good or bad. I think that maybe things just are.

Well, that's thinking positive.

Look, I don't know. I'm just a human being, just like you. We're not designed to know everything.

Well, that sucks. What if you want to know everything.? What if you need to know everything? What then?

That's why we have scientists and teachers and artists. Just because you can't know everything doesn't mean you shouldn't learn, farmboy.

Yeah, if you say so. Me, I'm gonna smoke some weed and go back to bed. Too confusing for me, man.