Jon and Kate Plus Eight

All these ugly murmurs resonate around the town.
He said she said I said that they said they're going down.
Hollow, greedy pacifists widely grin from ear-to-ear.
Without the stain of rose-colored glasses, the loneliness is sheer.

Does anyone care to take a sit
and discuss when it all started going to shit?
No reason to fear - the end's already passed
and there's no purpose in searching for when.
No, no purpose in searching for when.

When I Knew You

Hey, you.
I feel like it's been so long since I last saw you,
last talked to you.
How have you been?
How have you been doing?
Who do you belong to, these days?
Hello, you.
It seems like so many eons ago that I touched you,
truly felt you.
How are you now?
Are your tears still soft?
Do you still shiver when you're lonely
and go silent in the cold?
Greetings, you.
It would take me hours to count the hours that have transpired
since I last saw you,
truly knew you,
knew you for what you are.
I can tell you're still the same.
How are you faring in your lies?
It doesn't bother me that much that you're living in disguise.
What's the point of your deception?
Equal to the point of my
questioning, I suppose.

Leaving Park

Invitation's always open
To a personal modern-day paradise
None of that fantastical fountain of youth-ing
No sugar, or spice, or everything nice

Let's go to Leaving Park today
Never a frightful repercussion
We'll swing on the swings of mediocrity
Go on the round-a-bout of social destruction

Skies that are always overcast
Dead leaves whisper in always-autumn air
Many visit and seldom leave
Yet there aren't many people there

Let's go to Leaving Park today
Such a pleasant place to be
We'll sit on the bench and eat old ice cream
Watching sick birds fall from dead trees

Consistently smells like fresh storm clouds
Some magically tragic place of lore
Where not even the murderous crows will flock
Who could dream to ask for more?

Magnetic Claws

I wish I had magnetic claws
Like a little metal crab
I'd cling to passing metal things
It would be so exciting
I'd be like a dandelion seed
Always traveling, always moving
Except I wouldn't be a weed
Plus, I'd never find a place to grow
So who would have the time to know
Me? But that would be okay, I think
If I had the lifespan of a crab
But if I spent humanity
In the life of a nomad, it would quickly
Grow old, and I would have to commit
Crustacean suicide.
So really I wish I had a dream
Where I was a little metallic crab
With magnet claws, and tie-dye body
And, well, I can dream if I want to,
Can't I?