An Evening With Victor Fries After a Decade of Getting the Cold Shoulder

Simple things like negative numbers and possibilities
Boring pin hole leaks that will sink this ship repeatedly
In other ways
It’s convinced me these stable days
Are death rattles of ambition and my own self loathing
And on the world turns
Anna Marie
Your just a slew of destructive tendency
A cleric to a drink based religion where your focus is week to week
Idle hands and map making
Explicit plans a learned anxiety
From all Those lonely nights your father stole you dignity
And on the world turns
We’re failing to see
The forest through the trees
And the sirens are deafening
I’m cutting my teeth on a newly formed sense of co-dependency
Don’t lie it’s been
Nothing but late night phone calls
Pointless little expected talks
A nostalgic script of what we’re not
Where I spend more time suppressing evidence
For cutting ties and ending all of this outright
Instead of forcing out any progressive dialogue
Don’t be
So Lonely
Falling snow
Paints the sidewalks
Frigid bones
A paradox to the boiling mess I’m tossing out my throat
Idle hands and map making
Stagnant plans a learned anxiety
From all those sleepless nights I spent writing songs
There you go again
Counting all the reasons you can try and cut me down
I wish I could act so proud
But the fact is I’ve got both feet on the ground and you don’t think
(Well I think I’ve thought long enough)
About what you’re saying
(Don't think anything needs to be said)
The truth of the matter is you think more than act
A dismal little pessimist with an attitude to match
So stand on your podium scoff out big words
Like your the only one on planet earth that’s read a book before
But i know deep down you’re as guilty as ever
Whether it’s drugs booze and cigarettes
Or the nights you chose me instead
I’ve spent my days throwing stones
From a glass house perched on a cliff
When the foundation slowly erodes
I’ll sight that I’m sinking towards the rocks down below