Eve 6

Written by max collins

Tonight i feel ambitious and so does my foot as it sinks on the pedal
I press it to the floor
I don't need a girl don't need a friend cause my friend lonesome's
Unconditional
We're flying forever bored
And for a moment i love everything
That i see and think and feel
I love my broken side view mirror
Cause its so perfect
I'm so perfect you're so perfect you're not here
I hear the change in gear

My pile shakes as i hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song

The night is becokoning although i have nowhere to go but home
Feels good to be alone
With every turn comes a new frame of mind if i could frame my mind
Where would it hang

I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
As i pour my poor heart out
To a radio song that's patient and willing to listen
My volume drowns it out

But that's ok cause i sound better then him anyway any day
Yeah my voice is sweet as salt
I search for comfort and i've found it where i've found it many times before
Times before can be forgotten

Written by max collins



Your eyes shine bright like a jesus nitelite
I'd like to touch your positive vibes
Indifferent eyes won't give me the time
May i help put aside your moral fiber
You're dressed in white my face is white
I'd like to be a colorful sight to see
I'm only here in a background
Here on the ground lays my head
I sleep and then i wake make sounds and go to bed and wake again

The time is right but i feel all wrong
It wastes away until its gone
The time is right but i feel all wrong
It fades away and now you're gone

You're walking by
I'm standing by
Behind the light
I'm standing by
By and by

Written by max collins



Well here is me on tragedy
I always want what's out of reach
She pulls dyed black hair back and sighs
F*** that night out with the guys
I never get a word in with them anyway

The telephone doesn't scare me anymore
You're home and i am here alone my dear
Always stupidly sacarstic my hyper spastic superhero girl

So break the bruised monogamy
And let him fade away to memory
Your erotic wet atomic eyes keep reoccuring in my mind
Do me a favor and please touch your lips to mine

Written by max collins and jon siebels



Tell those stories to me
I'm dying to hear the things you've done and seen
Farfetched as they may be
You strike a smile in me
Your stories ring of perjury
Construted with self empowering theme

Suckin' on my brain you're the teacher i'm the student
Turning things around your story's not congruent
Tabloid decoys pitiful excuses
Turning things around
You're turning things around

A manic stunning scene
I'm taking notes your taking me away into your false realtiy
I know your comfort lies in lying to try to make your life make sense
But you're not making sense

I'd say it aloud but i'm not aloud
I see your head spin round and round

Broken record talk tonight
Skip that needle back and fourth on your mind wearing out unconvincing lies
Like a seedling dropped from an old oak tree
Your shade don't hide no sun from me
Fake stories humor me
It's graduation time
I love you like a mother

Written by max collins



One thousand faces all look the same
They're all so boring mild and tame
Contaminate him knock off his glasses
Teach him to tamper with the cloning process
Pardon me sir can i ask you a favor
Make me a cowboy like my next door neighbor
Pardon me sir can i use your eraser
To remove my brain of unconventional nature

Take my tongue
It's cocked and loaded
The board has dubbed you special student
Sit alone sweat in silence
We don't tolerate defiance

One thousand paces lead to the gate
They're all so mild sedate
You hear me say this don't make any sense
As i hop up and over the fence

Hooked on nicotine and phonics
Fun like macro economics
Still and quiet like they taught us
Fun like macro economics

Vigilante thoughts and a cheap guitar
I am my own movie star
I don't know you i don't want to
I don't know you i don't want to