Caprises Of My Restless Mind

Third Floor, Alone

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But You 

The trees looked so pitiful 

The nights were long a year ago

But you

Winter came with icicles.

Days would pass the nights were cold

But you

And I was all I ever wanted to be

Nobody’s lesser known.

Leaves they fall so gently from the sky

Above us there are dead little fingers

Pointing at me

Reminding me that I’m not the man I was.

Take a walk to take it in

A stroll to see a dear old friend

But you

Diverting my everything again.

Leaves they fall so gently from the sky

Above us there are dead little fingers

Pointing at me

Reminding me that I’m not the man I was.

Dormant sitting carelessly

Your hair softly lifts up as you lay sleeping

Watch the strands as they lose their leaves

But you could make something out of me

Follow down the reverie

Fall, oh how can you not see

How death recycles

Everything

But you.

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What if

If I could just go back in time at tell myself that everything I wished for when I was 10 isn’t all it’s cut out to be. I never appreciated the time I had when all I needed was my imagination to keep myself from going crazy.

What if I enjoyed waking up in the mornings.

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Winter. Alone In Vermont

Air is still but still thoughts of you slowly make their way

Through my mind and past my eyes and gently flow through space.

The night is blue an ancient hue through light flakes of snow

The sky is gray and rose as time approaches early dawn

Wander follow footsteps past the tree my name is carved

Out upon the fifteen acre wood I call my yard

Feet are calloused from the roughness of the cabin floor

The rain outside is getting in: forgot to close the door.

Polished off the last of what I had inside my bottle

Not even a drop is left, bad thoughts are sure to follow

Went out for a walk and I won’t be back till early autumn

Silver it’s is shining, put me in an early coffin

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I Should Probably Go

And as you slept there beside me so calm

I lay there awake, and await to be called to a place I could take in the palm of my hand.

Our world: so welcome and warm

The sound of your breath with the sound of the breeze and the water from ice on the top of the pond

will turn into mist and rise to the trees.

What moments are better than these?

Oh what I’ve lost now is all but my mind,

I lost the race when I ran out of time.

I lost my voice, unable to be kind.

it’s your choice but just choose to be mine.

And as I sit alone by the shore of the pond

I see far beyond the stone I’m upon.

The moon it is rising and on the horizon

Is larger than life I suppose.

You didn’t stir so I left you alone.

Your silence, it chills to the bone.

It’s not hard to pretend how easy it is for life to come to an end.

The wide white of winter, cold quiet December: the path to your soul, your eyes will defend.

The moon light shown through the back of your hair, your silhouette danced through the thin morning air as the night comes to an end.

The sun will rise and your gold hair does shine

And life will start over again.

When you chose to leave me behind tread lightly my dear for you might find what I’m not.

All that you’ve wanted but never could have in the blink of an eye I’ll be gone.

But you and I both know it’s wrong.

That’s why I wrote you this song: so I know you know that I know.

When you fell asleep I exhaled so deeply

And when you awoke I had left you alone.

I saw in your eyes you were wealthy and wise with a soul as pure as the sun.

I knew you didn’t need anyone.

You’ll do just fine on your own.

I know you’ll be fine on your own.

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Sometimes I Need Someone.

There are times when I don’t want to be alone.

But I have to be.

There are times when my only consolation isn’t an option.

I would like to speak to you but i can’t reach you.

You wouldn’t want to hear about it anyway.

Besides. It was you that caused this.

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Why Not Me?

I’ve been there and I’ve been used.

I’ve been okay with it too.

I’ve been patient and I’ve been careful.

I’ve cared so deeply and I’ve burried my feelings.

Ive been aware that this would play out the way it did.

I’ve been open and honest.

I only ask of you to explain to me one thing:

Why not me?

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I am alone.

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Thank you.

Thank you fantasy football, for making all the sports allholes come to my bar no matter what team is playing. I remember the good ol’ days when people only cared about their cities team.

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Savin Hill, MA

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But i Digress

So insignificant, the things that you get mad at.

I didn’t mean to hurt you can we please just try to forget it.

I’m sorry that i never got back to you last night.

When you came over I could tell something wasn’t right.

Can you even tell that I just don’t want to admit it.

Now I’m rambling, let’s change the subject or try to forget it.

I never said I didn’t like your hair last week.

Just didn’t say so cause if I did it would be weird.

Your temper and your temporary blindness keeps you there.

I’m sorry I didn’t ask the questions: who, when, and why, and where?

When you talk to me I act like I don’t care.

But who am I kidding.

So sorry that I didn’t get a chance to tell you.

All and everything that I’ve been dying to tell you.

And talk to you all night and stare into your eyes.

But when I told you I could tell something wasn’t right.

So sorry that I have to turn and walk away from this.

Why do you get so mad I forget what day it is?

I’d ask you myself but we are not on the best terms.

I guess we’re not good at sharing or taking turns.

But who am I kidding.

So argumentative; the things that you get mad at.

So ridiculous, the things you hate me just for saying.

Sorry that you just assumed it wouldn’t work.

I’m sorry if you’re the one who ends up getting hurt.

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Milton, MA

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Solo EP - Third Floor, Alone: all songs were written and performed by Alfred on a third floor bedroom, alone, somewhere in Boston MA.