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Goodnightmare

by Britt A.M.

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1.
Another Day 02:43
Woke up this morning, blood running down my face Before the dawn had a chance to reset things. Had that feeling again, like something big was gonna happen. Turned out, it was just another day. Collect a truck stop coffee on my way down to the mill, The fellow who serves me, his soul seems still. Like when he was my age, he dreamed he'd find his way. Turned out, it was just another day. So I burn my questions in a well-hidden flame. The kind that feeds on color, in a world of black and grey. The kind that dims to embers, when a worker's life is made. I'll rise and fall, to face another day. I'll rise and fall. © Britt Meierhofer 2014.
2.
Inner Alarm 03:29
There's something off about the way the Earth is moving through the Cosmos. It rattles through me to the point of that in which I belong. Inner alarm is wailing, wailing! I cannot put my finger on the place from which the smoke comes from. It feels like someone has been looking over my shoulder. I turn to see them, but no one's ever there. It's only me, I am alone. That ghost I see, I think it's my own. Claw your way from the inside out. To fresh air? Don't be so sure about it. Back up, back up into the bloody mess. And cover up with the remnants of the old you. © Britt Meierhofer 2014.
3.
Shut Out 03:30
The last time I looked over there, you stood and stared Past me to a place in your mind. But it was okay, I was okay. I figured it best, best to let it rest. Here, here, have a beer. It will be okay. We will be okay. But the dust grew thick, upon our conversation pieces. Then my heart was all in pieces. So I picked them up, one by one by one by one, And I stacked them all around me. I left a few spaces so you could see in, But I didn't think you were looking, so I closed them. I shut you out. I went on the warpath against the good you had to offer. Forget about the smother, I stomped on those flames. Until the last time I looked over my shoulder, I could have sworn you were screaming my name. I left a few spaces so you could see in, But I didn't think you were looking, so I closed them. I shut you out. © Britt Meierhofer 2014.
4.
Empty Rooms 03:50
I still can't believe the way, you thought things were gonna be. It's such a mystery to me, how two can love so strong, But see so differently. Because to live the way you'd like would mean to silence The pain in me, it's been that way from the start. You've got your own darkness. You won't entertain mine. So I'm up on a stage now, singing my woes to empty rooms. You say that I am the glue that binds the fragments of our kin. What a predicament I'm in. That's a heavy bag man, I just wanna drop it. So I'm up on a stage now, singing my woes to empty rooms. And I'm singing 'Oooooh boy, the road, it feels free'. © Britt Meierhofer 2014.
5.
This Is It 03:33
The city skyline seems extra hard tonight. No soft silhouettes, just cold and angry lights. The air is heavy, with a mad desperation. Who'll prescribe the meds for a sad and lonely nation? This is it. This is the end. The dollar works its way into our hearts and minds. Building personal barricades, and killing the softer kind. They say money matters most, to the very rich and poor. The ones in the middle, we don't affect the score. This is it. This is the end. Trade training wheels in for training bras, Our girls grow up so soon. Whatever happened to paper dolls and watching the man in the moon? This is it! This is the end! © Britt Meierhofer 2014.

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released February 25, 2014

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