I Have No Idea What The Hell To Call This Random Shit

The taps and bottles call to all sitting at the mahogany bar of this establishment. Some are here to forget. Others laugh about the days happenings in the company of close acquaintances. And, still, others sit here watching everyone else, contemplating the ups and downs of life. I exist quietly within the latter pondering the essence of reality... the interwoven thoroughfares of infinite possibility that have brought all of us together her this evening. But, what of it? Those words are just a pretty way of painting over life's randomness. It's been said that the decisions you make dictate the life you lead. There is a lot of truth in that. However, it seems plausible that the decisions we make are sometimes dictated by the randomness of life... a constant game of chance that we play against ourselves and one that the reality in which we exist plays against our psyches. A mental catch twenty-two. We struggle to predict a future which has yet to be written and this only causes us to set up temporary roadblocks on our path toward real self-actualization. We tend to never really find ourselves because of the constant search to find our place in a boundless reality. Some people may get close to this idea of being one's self in it's truest variety but an inner sense of investigation always returns keeping them from attaining that highest, most awesome version of their being. Existence is a limitless game of jeopardy. Life is the answer provided to, us, the contestants. We, each and every one of us, are left to ask the questions. And, not one question is correct in a realm with no bounds. Yet, just the same, maybe all questions are right. They definitely should be asked. But, one thing is for certain.... If you spend your life answering questions instead of asking them then you really aren't playing the game at all.

I Can't Breathe In Water

(Verse 1)
There's no more hope in the world today/The grass is brown/And the skies are gray/So what do I say/And what do I do/All I know is that I wanna get close to you/To tell you everything I keep deep inside/While we sit under the moon and watch the tide/Sometimes -I- just really want to hide away/Find a little hole where my soul can go decay/Because I'm tired of picking up the broken glass of my heart/And fixing up some token mask for my part/In an ill-fated game of charades/A single spectator in the world's parade/And it's true - that I am caught in the mix/But I feel like Merlin without his book of tricks/And these bricks/Encircle my reality/So I can hardly see/Why can't I be me/Maybe its the end result of tryin' to be free/But supposedly it's all just life/But then why do rain drops feel like falling knives?/It must be the shackles of society/And I just walk around this town without a master key/True love would unlock the cage around the world/But that would mean me discovering an awesome girl/A trek with a true emotional impact/It's a search for a needle in a steel haystack/A quest with a slightly different line of vector/Not so comical to roam with a metal detector
(Bridge)
But I laugh at everything
As I sip another drink
Fallen angels start to sing
We're trapped like beetles in a sink
(Chorus)
Shooting stars, they falls upon us
Like bullets of a celebration
On the outside looking in
Trapped amongst the devastation
Watching headlights pass us by
Our wheels spin in hesitation
On the deep end of the pool
Drowning in anticipation
(Verse 2)
So where's the love kept in this city?/Sandpaper sidewalks are feeling gritty/Alcohol is cheap but jubilation - pricey/Sometimes a walk down the street seems a little dicey/Not always nicely/Dudes come and ask for money/Drug addiction in your face - is not so funny/A -sunny- day/Guy asks for my phone/He had a decent story and a mellow tone/To pick up concert tickets is what he mentioned/But he was really calling for a heroin connection/The missed calls and track marks on his arms/Were the certain curtain call that pulled his veil of charm/They chip away at my west coast mentality from the start/Another kind of reality and it's sharp/Like the clean edge of a new machete/There's no more confetti so you better be ready/And steady yourself for the doomsday precession/Make your confessions/Then reserve you a section/Then will you stop the war on your reflection?/My impression is that we must see change/Our many similarities are just so eerily strange/Could it be the fact that we are all the same/Who just live in different places with very different names?/True love would unlock the cage around the world/God forbid a white flag might have to be unfurled/It's a dream that's surely not bound to happen/No matter how many lyricists with megaphones keep rappin'/We must keep pushing for the planet of our dreams/Or we'll surely fall apart as one along the seam.
(Bridge)
Those who understand this plight
Are the ones who must unite
If we banish bad feelings from sight
We will surely win the fight.
(Chorus)
Shooting stars, they falls upon us
Like bullets of a celebration
On the outside looking in
Trapped amongst the devastation
Watching headlights pass us by
Our wheels spin in hesitation
On the deep end of the pool
Drowning in anticipation