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you say good start
i say perfect ending
this world has no heart
and mine is beyond mending

wiping down menus
of food i can’t afford
if this is my destiny

Jay Brannan - At First Sight

You said you wanted me to be your girlfriend
That took about one week to come to an abrupt end
I know you hate me, I'm a perceptive guy
I'm also aware enough not to wonder why

You like the guy on your iPod,

Applying moisturizer in the microwave window
for the tenth time, he should've called me an hour ago.
Would he be here with flowers if i lived in Arizona?

They say there's no love left in the big cities. It's kinda true.
I guess you'll find me coming soon to a small town near you.
I'll sell my guitar so i can by myself a tractor.

It's cold but light outside,
another sleepless night,
and Santa never made it.
It's just another day.
At least it feels that way-
It's Christmas, and I hate it.
The streets are empty and so am I.
so Merry Christmas, I reply.

Verse 1.

Dear Santa, the thing is this year has been lame.
It always seemed
I always dreamed
by now I’d have someone else’s last name.
Way past grown, sleeping in a shrunken bed
all alone (unless you count the squatters tearing up my head).

denmark
music and lyrics by jay brannan

hey there, baby, have you got a light?
im not smoking, but im afraid i might
have fallen down a dark carpal tunnel and landed in your kiss
and in the water from your big, brown eyes, i swam away from a quarter life crisis

It's 4 a.m. again
Father, forgive me this sin
Uncomfortable in this life, yeah
I can't put down this knife, yeah

I'm carving words in my arms, baby
Hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand

The smell of a candle
freshly blown out
the light of the clock
shines on my skin
like a sickly green moonlight
on a pale white day’s decay
I try to wipe you from my memory
but your face won’t fade away

I'm marching to Zion
A camera in my hand
I hear people cryin'
Dyin' for this blood-stained land
The streets of old Jerusalem
Are lined with souvenirs and those buying them
It sounds cold, but I cannot see
How this theme park has shaped history

I've got money in my pocket
I like the color of my hair
I've got a friend who loves me
Got a house, I've got a car
I've got a good mother
And her voice is what keeps me here

Feet on ground

I don t know where we re going
but I know we ve gone too far and
I hope it isn t showing
but I think I love you and
I can t believe you re leaving
just when I let you in and
when you had me believing
I could feel again

Four score and a few more days ago
I asked if you would open me slow
I guess, in a way, you did your part
But, bitch, i meant my heart

I'd be happy to write a love song
If someone could stick around long enough
For me to compose the first verse

Three weeks and counting ‘til he’s on his way to France
Not a dime in his pocket but a ticket in his hand
He’s a cynical bastard but there’s hope in his eyes
It’s been a long time coming, spent a long time running from his insides

He tries hard to songwrite his way out of bed
But nothing tastes as clever as it sounded in his head
He wants to get his teeth wet and sink his feet in

ob me blind
music and lyrics by jay brannan

can we clear the air between us, and can we do it soon?
ive been clawing at the mortar, your nails are dirty too
when night falls, i crawl to the window and reach for the pain
i'll fall, but i call you anyway