Thursday, January 28, 2010

chemical politicians

Driving across the edge of two
Getting to
Where we start anew
Tracing steps
Retrace your steps
Replace your bets
The masochist
The masochist in you
You tied my hands
To your brand new plan
An imbalance
Chemical politicians
And those who listen
To them

Take me up high
To see the stars
Don’t ask me why
We’ll never get that far
Master of the arts
Of deception
Now smile for the cameras

Chemical politicians
And those who listen
To them
The words you speak
Tongue-twisting
Why am I even listening?

You’re overreacting
You’re overreacting
You’re overreacting
You’re overreacting

© 2010 by Matt Bonham

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

home so early

Just this morning
The sky went black
Without warning
The slipping slack
Practice makes perfect
For something that I lack
Not worth the worry
I’m not going back

Home so early
Bags already packed
I’m not ready
To turn my back
I can read your lips
Caught in the trap
You can see my tricks
Fall through the cracks

Home so early
Bags already packed
I’m not ready
To turn my back

You thought you had me
When you trailed the tracks
Though I’m not ready
To turn my back

© 2010 by Matt Bonham

at the end of the

Start stop
So hard to hold on
When I’m falling off
Why am I even talking?
When you’ve seen it all
Self-control
Is it self-control?
Haven’t you had enough?
First to the front of the line
Forgiven
Last to the back of the line
You jump

Stop start
Sticky fingers
Every word that lingers
Heavy on which you speak
Hangs like the plague on me

On the other hand
When have you gone wrong
On a band
That led to our song
All along
When you’re alone
Let me know
Where you want to go

And this world spins
And this world spins
And this world spins

At the end of the end
At the end of the end
At the end of the end
At the end of the

© 2010 by Matt Bonham