Huns of Doubt
These days are driving me mad 
And just beyond my reach are things that I cannot grasp 
These thoughts are making the grade 
A "D" for delicate, but feels like average pain 

These nights are keeping me up 
Don't shine the light on me, you know I'm not that tough 
Those words are breaking my heart 
With every little breath you're taking this too far 

Spin around 
Turn around 
The Huns of doubt await your fall 
Keep them out 
Close the gate 
Can't you hear? 

Keening oh the wailing 
Then comes the screaming 
Caterwaul

Convalesce
Scrubs of all colors, pain of all kinds 
Needles and gauges and button up gowns 
Half of these people are waiting to die 
In this horrible place where hope gently drowns 

Professional smiles, professional tones 
Prevention won't cut you as deep as the cure 
Maybe it's better to go this alone 
With your dignity left on a neighboring floor 

These hallways reek of chemicals and misery 
Heaped on the growing mountains of debt 
Pairs well with agony, anguish, anxiety 
Wilted romaine and a light vinaigrette 

As you convalesce

Sunday (That Pill)
I’ll give you back the gun if you gimme me that pill 

Quiet all that buzzing in my head 
Thoughts are rolling by like credits on a film 
Guess I’ll feel more rested when I’m dead 
Bury all the trembles and the shaking and the hyperventilation 

So gimme gimme gimme that pill 
Chase it with some vodka when I put you in my will 
All quiet now in no man’s land so run me up that hill 
I’ll give you back the gun if you gimme that pill 

So you think it makes me want to cry 
Music sets the mood but my broken heart is numb 
Guess someone will fix it when I die 
Put fire to what’s left of me and feed my ashes to the trees 

Heart racing through hairpins and needles 
Chest tight chest tight 
Sweat bullets and feeling so feeble 
All right all right

Pauline
Pauline ma petite pourquoi bavardes-tu? 
Pour mettre des mots avec le sourire des yeux? 
Pauline ma petite pourquoi chantes-tu? 
Pour danser, sauter, et jouer avec des jeux? 

Pauline ma petite qu'est-ce que tu aimes faire? 
Gonfler des ballons qui flottent dans l'air? 
Pauline ma petite qu'est-ce que tu aimes lire? 
Des histoires, mystères, ou des choses qui font rire? 

Pauline ma petite qui deviendra? 

Quand tu auras grandit, tu resteras pour moi  
Pour moi 
Ma petite