Fourteen

She was fourteen years old

She was cold for the first time

She grew up in a sunny, wasted place

With a bunch of wasted faces

Couldn’t catch a break

‘Cause there was nothing more to say, yeah

And life

It gave her

A glass bottle over the head

And life

It gave her

A taste of what it meant to be dead, yeah

*So she was,

Fourteen, living the dream

Wishing she could be free

Fourteen, part of the scene

As far as they could see

She was, fourteen

She was, fourteen_

First day of high school

She was so shy, so scared

Even though that’s not what she’s like

So anxious to get there

But wondering where

But, ah, life ain’t fair, yeah

And life

It gave her

A class schedule she knew by heart

And life

It gave her

Nowhere, no shot, no chance to start, yeah

*So she was,

Fourteen, living the dream

Wishing she could be free

Fourteen, part of the scene

As far as they could see

She was, fourteen

She was, fourteen_

And do you how hard it is to be fourteen

Don’t know anything

Not grown up, not a child

Wishing you were either

Life, so close

So far away

Plans you want to act on

And a place you want to stay

As long as it’s so far away, yeah

*So he was,

Fourteen, living so free

Raised on the American dream

Fourteen, watching the scene

Eyes that could really see

He was, fourteen

He was, fourteen

She was, fourteen

They were,

Fifteen_

Asking Why

Love won’t hold me down

Knowledge is power now       

Guitar in my arms

I can’t stand it all

I just want to know

I just need to know

I can see the colors in the sky

I can taste the nuance in the air tonight

I can feel the breath, the wind, the kind of thing

I can hear the love and the secrecy

I can smell the smoke floating free

But you can still see me

I can see the colors in the sky

But you can still see me

Asking why

Wit, imagination

Fantasy, estimation

Memory, intuition

Perception, illumination

These are things that rule our minds

Nurture them and soon you’ll find

The beauty and wit is more than just

A thing for the basement-dwellers

And the quick to trust

I can see the colors in the sky

I can taste the nuance in the air tonight

I can feel the breath, the wind, the kind of thing

I can hear the love and the secrecy

I can smell the smoke floating free

But you can still see me

I can see the colors in the sky

But you can still see me

Asking why

Why,

Don’t I know the secrets of the past?

Why,

Can’t I find a home to last?

Why,

Is life so freaking hard?

Why,

Am I going so far?

I can see the colors in the sky

I can taste the nuance in the air tonight

I can feel the breath, the wind, the kind of thing

I can hear the love and the secrecy

I can smell the smoke floating free

But you can still see me

But you can still see me

I can’t see the colors in the sky

I can’t taste the nuance in the air tonight

I can’t feel the breath, the wind, the kind of thing

I can’t hear the love and the secrecy

I can’t smell the smoke floating free

But still—

Traded the world for mystery

And I

I’m still asking why

Asking why

Life won’t hold me down

Knowledge is my power now

I'm Sorry For Your Loss

A fallen hero

A white bed sheet

Shaking your head, disbelieving

A phone call

A dropped cell

Your knees gave out

And you fell

Down into the abyss

Of this suffering doesn’t have to be

But I am so sorry

*I’m sorry for your loss

I’m sorry for the times you’ll never get back

I’m so sorry for it all

I’m sorry that your life is in the past

I can’t begin to understand

Who it is that you’ve lost

But I’m sorry for your loss

But I’m sorry for you loss_

You started in on me

And I can’t blame you for anything

I do not run

I do not hide

I just will stay

Right by your side

Side by the abyss

Of this suffering doesn’t have to be

But I am so sorry

*I’m sorry for your loss

I’m sorry for the times you’ll never get back

I’m so sorry for it all

I’m sorry that your life is in the past

I can’t begin to understand

Who it is that you’ve lost

But I’m sorry for your loss

But I’m sorry for you loss_

Do not mistake me

I will not be

Away forever

I’m not going away at all

I’ll be here

I’ll be here for you

When you need me

When it all seems

So drear

I won’t leave you

I will be here

*I’m sorry for your loss

I’m sorry for the times you’ll never get back

I’m so sorry for it all

I’m sorry that your life is in the past

I can’t begin to understand

Who it is that you’ve lost

But I’m sorry for your loss

I’m sorry for your loss

I’m sorry for the times you’ll never get back

I’m so sorry for it all

I’m sorry that your life is in the past

I can’t begin to understand

Who it is that you’ve lost

But I’m sorry for your loss

But I’m sorry for you loss_

A white bed sheet

A hand, reaching

Atlantic Blood

Flowers on a grave that would never miss the sun

And she told the flowers that they were the only one

For her, for her

But the dirt roads, they know better

‘Cause better is all they’ll ever

Be, they’ll be

I’ll take the memories, you’ll take the blame

She’ll take the bluebirds and I’ll take the name

But that don’t change, where I come from

I take the name, you take the sun

*I was born Pacific

Yeah, that’s where my home is

But I’ve got Atlantic blood running through my veins

I can’t wait to get out of this place

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

I was born old inside

Nothing left, nothing more to find

And I’ve got Atlantic blood running through my veins

I don’t think that will ever change

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah_

Tracing the skin with the tip of my finger

She’d be beautiful if you’d only let her

But she got this far, this far

And things are set in silver and gold

But that ain’t a promise to grow old

Just get as far as you can, as you can

But that don’t change, where I come from

I take the name, you take the sun

*I was born Pacific

Yeah, that’s where my home is

But I’ve got Atlantic blood running through my veins

I can’t wait to get out of this place

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

I was born old inside

Nothing left, nothing more to find

And I’ve got Atlantic blood running through my veins

I don’t think that will ever change

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah_

And you can leave flowers on a grave in the shade

But the trees don’t talk anyways

They might be pretty where you can see

But that don’t mean anything

That don’t mean anything

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah

*I was born Pacific

Yeah, that’s where my home is

But I’ve got Atlantic blood running through my veins

I can’t wait to get out of this place

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

I was born old inside

Nothing left, nothing more to find

And I’ve got Atlantic blood running through my veins

I don’t think that will ever change

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah_

Flowers on a grave that would never see the sun

And I told the flowers that you’re the only one

How did I say

Never change

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah