Don't

I don't ever want a God to hide behind the scars I leave
I only want the crucifix, moralistic bullshit weaved

in and out of cloudy pores, arteries that are not mine
A billion dollar enterprise. Jesus has a trademark sign.

I don't know anybody and I don't know what's mine.

I don't ever want a Girl to hide behind the mess I make
I only want to treat her right, even if it's worse that way

In and out of failed romance, these memories no longer mine
but somehow when she looks at me, I am still the past defined

I won't hurt anybody and I won't survive.

I don't ever want to do what I've done forever now
I don't ever want it new, I just want to have it raw.
I don't ever want to be the past-tense or the present flaw.
I don't ever want it new, I just want to have it raw.
Even if it's bound to break, and even if it's only words
I'll hold you as the whole world shakes, the two of us will become birds
and fly away to somewhere else, a universe that doesn't suck
and people care about you, too. But they still don't really give a fuck
about the petty and the broken, maybe they are cracking too
and if everybody's crazy then it's really nothing new

I don't know anybody and I don't know what's mine
I want to return to the flooding and drown in its time
When chance resembles birthday candles
Breathe them deep and let me go
It's really not what you can handle
It's just what you refuse to know

So I don't ever want an afterlife. I tire of the life I lead
I only want to become dirt, but I could settle as a tree
I don't ever want to be again, I can't just be as-is today
Without the worst in every person coming back into the shade

and I can't tell if I'm here with them or if they're here with me
but in the end it stays the same. The projection's all I see.
I don't know anybody and I don't know what's mine.
I don't ever want to see myself, I even run from my reflection
I gut myself internally through daily photographic sessions
To push myself off of a cliff, where south's the lone direction
I am the prize of a flu-like life. I'm a bacterial infection.

I don't ever want to view it as a pure, wasted potential
A harvest moon inside my belly glowing like a lightning-bug
Snuffing out the best of me but at least I have a stomach, full.
It's my own little hell and it's my least-favorite drug.

But I'm addicted to that unique brand of quiet
and I'm sick to the touch in the front lines of war
So she's afflicted when it's dark, she's an endless riot
I set myself on fire! It doesn't matter what it's for.

I don't ever want to make believe in the consequence of sin
I only want to free myself. I want to feel again!
And not just as a sputter, like a broken exhaust pipe
I want to travel on bare feet for the rest of my life
With one that I can call my own. I don't ever want to be alone
Consider it a win if the past has a unique tone.
Bouncing from the satellites to over privileged white kid's homes

Where food is choice and choice is moot
We settle on some sour fruit
and make the worst of passing time

By avoiding one another's eyes
We can successfully avoid ourselves.

The Broken Blues

I've got those Broken Blues,
It's a path that I choose,
Refuse to live a life less ordinary,
Even though it's a little more weight for me to carry,
I'm very ashamed,
Find a way to live in between reality and these dreams.

I write to the sounds of empty sidewalks,
Outline my wallet in chalk,
If a odometer could, I'd be shocked,
All the spots I've walked,
Movement is what Chris is all about,
I'll flat-line, before I can afford a flat-screen,
Don't have the cream to get the gleam of the spotlight,
Got me feeling blue like frostbite,
Nothing seems to cost right,
Give me a free meal and I'll clean up the plate,
A worthless poet,
Too good but yet nothing I inspired to be,
I don't care about a steady paycheck,
Just want to make something for auto-checks,
It makes sense but not dollars,
I'm just a guy whose not claiming to be a baller,
It's time to elevate,
I grow taller,
Like red woods, I hope what I say could,
Put your world, on a slide-stand,
Now that's a somebody who might take a Chance.
You can when you can that you think you can choose,
I don't pay bills, I pay dues,
I'm broke, just like a blown fuse.

I was living at a desk, every day in the same place,
Felt blue like a mood ring,
Yet I hate being routine,
I like to do what you dream,
and always got a new scheme to keeps things moving,
As for me,
I got what I always wanted,
and she's begging me to stay,
another day,
another light,
paying dues, what the hell do I have to do,
I try to be the best man that I can and handle my life,
If your going my way, there's no way back,
No matter the weather,
I won't stop to pay no never-minds.
Inspire me or get out my way,
Live as I choose these Broken Blues,
It's tiring, but I'm on my way,
what you don't need,
you won't lose,
I'm happy despite my dismay,
De-La says you don't need something you lose,
These are just the Broken Blues.