Joshua Aaron

Joshua Aaron

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truth as a first

Written By: Joshua Aaron

"truth as a first"

hold on tight cause there's a feeling coming on that i just can't seem to kick
hold your breath cause it's cold out here, even with your warm air on my lips
september marked the end of a summer that had me jumping out of my shoes
and now december comes telling me it's gonna start up something called me and you
i'm not ready for it, no
i'm not ready for this

sing it to me capturer of beauty and all things along the way
those violet skies with their magnet ties are pulling alabama clay
rouge-colored touches leave me hanging in the trusses with every one that walks by
but your loving lines shining through your eyes still got me singing you lullabies
i'm not ready for it, no
i'm not ready for this

our calloused hearts and our broken starts are tying knots in my throat
and mystery's the mother of a curious lover, i'm wanting now what i don't know
alexander keith's and these cold, cold sheet's got me aching for your scent
and those backwards friends that left me in the end make me wonder where everyone went
i'm not ready for it, no
i'm not ready for this

i'm sitting quiet with an internal riot, my bed's acting as my pew
you're not backing down turns my face to a frown, i'm trying to be honest with you
my words can be pretty, they can make you feel giddy or cry into your pillow
you almost loved me, so before you can't see above me, i think it's time for this to go
i'm not ready for it, no
i'm not ready for this

i'm breaking your heart to save you
i'm breaking myself tonight
i'm breaking your heart to save you
truth as a first tonight

pretty moppet girl

Written By: Joshua Aaron

i've got this hollow head you see and my clothes are all painted on
and there are fancy tales going around that my distorted face weighs a ton
where have your breaths gone since the time that we last spoke
there's an air in the air speaking of the wooden cross you invoke

tell me where has your marionette gone to my pretty moppet girl
worse told worst the best pantomime voices silence to all the world
but worse lies cause that body underneath you needs a story
no one survives on broken strings and splinters become boring

avoidance plays its way now into well-working fallacies
and all this dancing i'm doing can make a man question everything
you said you were just stepping outside for while to light up
as i was laying there bruised from the fall alongside our broken cup

tell me where has your marionette gone to my pretty moppet girl
worse told worst the best pantomime voices silence to all the world
but worse lies cause that body underneath you needs a story
no one survives on broken strings and splinters become boring

i exit stage left crawling to the four roses planted on my table
without your hand to vellicate, my stagger becomes unstable
i need more than holes in my limbs and a mouth that don't move to run
these immobile feet of mine are bound to one day go numb
these immobile feet of mine are bound to one day go numb
these immobile feet of mine are bound to one day soon go numb

tell me where has your marionette gone to my pretty moppet girl
worse told worst the best pantomime voices silence to all the world
but worse lies cause that body underneath you needs a story
no one survives on broken strings and splinters become so boring

red water

Written By: joshua aaron

i've been standing down on holy street
taking bullets for God
taking in metal
to be on my best behavior
three voices tell me
that's a faulty trail you trod
no resident there
needs you as their savior
i know she's weary now
from walking so far
but that was if
and this is then
i hope you're happy with
wherever you are
cause i can't turn down my lips
at where you've been

and it's a spell
just a spell you're going through
i keep telling myself
and it's a spell
a spell conjured up by you
on the rusty park bench where i first fell

since then i left that holy street
steady back home
past the mill, past the factories
my eyes i've closed
and if it weren't for you
i'd be shaking inside my bones
and if it were for you
i'd be staring at my clothes

and it's a spell
just a spell you're going through
i keep telling myself
and it's a spell
a spell conjured up by you
on the rusty park bench where i first fell
for you
beneath the grandfather oaks
for you
red water on our clothes
for you
now i'm gone
for you
for you
for you.