Half Now

 

Shatter

You’re made of diamond, I’m made of glass
You press too hard and I shatter
I am the fabric , you are the sheers
Your touch can leave me in tatters

When I catch your eye it’s hard to describe
It’s like a big bonfire in a block of ice
And much to my surprise it works out just fine
With the right set of wings even a brick could fly

So you’re made of diamond, I’m made of glass
You press too hard and I shatter
You see the future, I live in the past
So tell me what’s gonna happen.

(solo)

You’re made of roses, peaches and cream
everybody compliments and flatters.
Pour some of that on me that’s all I ask
I want to be buried in your flowers

When I catch your eye. It’s hard to describe.
It’s like I’m blinded by a million tiny lights.

So you’re made of diamond, I’m made of glass.
You press too hard and I shatter.


Always Been The Same

I remember thinking she’d be sorry someday for treating me like she did.
That’s what sixteen-year-old boys think. They don’t know how inconsequential it is.
They’re falling in love like they’re falling in a hole
They’re making their mix tapes and writing their poems
They’re sitting outside or her house in their cars in the rain.

I remember thinking I’d do anything for her and I even think I believed it
‘cause that’s what eighteen-year-old boys think when they think that she wants to feel needed.
But then they’re jumping in bed with whoever comes along. They’re starting their bands and they’re quitting their jobs.
They’re driving their cars into telephone poles in the rain.

It’s always been the same.  It’s always been the same
It will always be that way.

(instrumental)

I remember saying “money’s nothing to me” when I could barely come up with the rent.
And I remember saying “I wont suffer for love” when I didn’t know what that meant.
But then you’re betting your life on your starry eyed dreams.
You’re rolling the dice against a heartless machine.
You’re wondering why you can’t make your own rules to the game.

But I remember feel so sorry and ashamed for acting the way that I did.
‘cause that’s what thirty-year-old boys think when they think about what could have been.
As they’re standing in line at the grocery store. As they’re crunching the numbers at they’re bullshit jobs.
They’re wondering the reasons why they haven’t staked their claim.

It’s always been the same.  It’s always been the same.
It will always be that way.


Hold On

I woke up in the place where all lost objects go
And let me tell you it’s a mess
Nothing but tube socks and car keys and old cigarettes.

There was a mountain there of nuts and bolts and screws
Beside another made of hats
And the whole place is run by a pack of missing dogs and cats.

And everything ends up there eventually
Not just the things that you’ve misplaced
So hold on, hold on, hold on while you can.

I woke up in the place where all lost causes go
Where all your options fade away
Nothing but last ditch efforts and light brigades.

And everybody goes there eventually
And holds out hope against all hope
So hold on, hold on, hold on as long as you can.

(bridge)
all our ships are coming in but the tide is rolling out.
We’re tossed upon the waves and bailing the life boats out.
So hold on, hold on, hold on.

And everyone ends up there eventually
Not just the ones that you’d expect.
And some will even go there intentionally
So happy in their nervous wreck
Yes, everybody goes there eventually
And forgets the things they used to know
Everybody goes there eventually and hold out hope against all hope.

We hold on, hold on, we hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on as long as we can.


Everyman’s A King

I woke up in the place where all lost objects go
And let me tell you it’s a mess
Nothing but tube socks and car keys and old cigarettes.

There was a mountain there of nuts and bolts and screws
Beside another made of hats
And the whole place is run by a pack of missing dogs and cats.

And everything ends up there eventually
Not just the things that you’ve misplaced
So hold on, hold on, hold on while you can.

I woke up in the place where all lost causes go
Where all your options fade away
Nothing but last ditch efforts and light brigades.

And everybody goes there eventually
And holds out hope against all hope
So hold on, hold on, hold on as long as you can.

(bridge)
all our ships are coming in but the tide is rolling out.
We’re tossed upon the waves and bailing the life boats out.
So hold on, hold on, hold on.

And everyone ends up there eventually
Not just the ones that you’d expect.
And some will even go there intentionally
So happy in their nervous wreck
Yes, everybody goes there eventually
And forgets the things they used to know
Everybody goes there eventually and hold out hope against all hope.

We hold on, hold on, we hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on as long as we can.


Serious

Throw away your toys, you can’t have fun anymore
You’re a grown man now so act like one.
Throw away your concert tees, you can’t wear those anymore
You don’t live in a dorm so clean up.

Serious, it’s time to get serious
or nobody will take you seriously
Serious, you better get serious
but it all gets so serious it’s funny to me.

Bring yourself on over here, I can’t be alone anymore
I’ve been that way for too long
I’ll straighten up, stay home at night and I wont get stoned anymore
Well anyway, not too much.

Serious, I want to get serious
If you’re willing to take me seriously
Serious, you know that I’m serious
Just as serious as a man can be.

(bridge)
I’ve spent most of my life going from joke to joke
It’s got to the point I couldn’t hold out any hope for the real thing
But then you came to me.
I’m done messing ‘round and living like a clown
So come to me, seriously

I gave up on my old routines, I can’t do that anymore
Not hanging out in a bar near as much.
I get myself a good night’s sleep with you here by my side
No beer sitting half drunk under the reading light.

I’m serious, this time I’m serious
And I want you to take me seriously
Serious, completely serious
I’m the serious man you always wanted me to be.


Masterplan and Petrock

Master Plan was a promising MC fresh out of college with a business degree.
All he needed was a reason to scream, “look what they’re doing to me”.

But you can’t tear it up just ‘cause you want to. 
You can’t turn it out just ‘cause you say you’re about to.
You can’t say a prayer for the ones who came before you
By spilling forties on the cold, cold ground.


Don’t you wanna roll up tonight?  Into the middle of the club tonight?
Don’t you wanna hook up tonight with ole what’s–her-name?

Pet Rock ruled the trailer park after he got off from the Everything’s A Dollar.
And Pet Rock became a registered trademark of Master Plan LLC.
He runs his mouth like he was born to and you’ll hear him out because you’ll have to.
You can’t get enough of that “fuck all ya’ll” attitude. 
That’s how they do it back where he comes from.

So, Don’t you wanna roll up tonight? Into the middle of the club tonight?
Don’t you wanna hook up tonight with ole what’s-her-name?