South of Nowhere

Sitting here for an hour and a half
Trying to think of a reason to cry
My life like a piece of toast
Burned up and way too dry.

Moving, depressingly
Through each darkening day
Knowledge is all that matters to them
Imagination is held at bay

Where
Oh where am I going with all of this?
I'll tell you where I'm going
and it's a little place I like to call south of nowhere.
If you need me, I will be there.
South of Nowhere.

Well my brain's kinda itchy
Everything's a little mixed
October's getting witchy
And I want things fixed

I'm in the public and I put on this face
For anyone else, it'd be a disgrace
It's because I'm the right guy
But no one seems to know that yet.

I'm just a mustard seed
Small and easy
I know it sounds cheesy
But I will be giant, you can bet.

Where
Oh where am I going with all of this?
Well I'll tell you where I'm going
And it's a little place I like to call the south of nowhere
If you need me, I will be there
It's called the south of nowhere.

So I'm at the border
Its where I was sent
end up finding the drugs
in my glove compartment

I know
It wasn't the plan
Now there's a ban
Never to return again
Sorry my good friend
Please will you lend
Me a good hand
Get me out of the land
Called self-destruction
Promise not to do it again

Where
Oh where am I going with all of this?
Well I will tell you where I'm going
And it's called the south of nowhere
If you want me I will be there
The south of nowhere

The Lonely Clown

I've always heard
That you only fail
When you've stopped trying

Well, that isn't true
I find failure is when
You're always dissapointing,

Someone.

Well I've tried so many times
And I can't seem to get past
All my troubles
Because my plans are not pre-assessed
Someone looks down at me like I'm,

No one.

Potential is clear
Success is so near
But I cannot hear
What is being said

To me.

Am I dragging you down?
When I am around?
I noticed you found-
Popularity so profound
I look like a clown
But get down to it and I'm just

Alone.
So alone.

I look for a new sound
But I just hit the ground
I want to stay down
I just want to frown
But then I

See you.

And I try a little longer.

Behind the Rusted Fence

Caught up in a tornado
Tryin to please everybody
Including them and you.

I'm ten pages behind
Something I can't seem to find
Because I don't know what to do.

Or maybe I know
But I'm pretty sure
That I've only lost the motive.

In a working space
A very tight place
I only want to be creative.

"It's for my own good"
I find that crude
To me that doesn't make sense.

In a prison, I wanna break out
To scream and shout
But I'm stuck behind the fence.

I'm walking in slow-mo
But everyone is walkin fast.

I'm in a depression
That I can't just seem to get past.

Give me a pencil
Give me a pen
Give me a microphone.

I get around
When I feel down
But please just leave me alone.

Give me a pencil
Give me pen
Give me a microphone.

Give me time
And I'll think of a rhyme
For an act that'll never be shown.

For an act that'll never

Be

Shown