©2008 Tony Bataska
50 Stories
This heart was barely holding on
In a time where right seemed so wrong
My head couldn't figure out
Best results for the long run
Moonlight and sandy beaches
Were distractions for awhile
TV and adventure stories
Don't compare to your smile
My life was slowly floating by
Without much consciousness
Then I saw your face and I
Flipped a switch on the inside
You destroy expectations
That I had in the past
I know we have something here
That's surely built to last
No I'm out of my daze
Seeing clearly around the haze
I fell 50 stories to the ground
In love with you
You destroy expectations
That I had in the past
I know we have something here
That's surely built to last
As You Wish
The lights were low
In this moment we stole
And gravity reversed itself away
I leaned in with fear
Whispered in your ear
Never sure exactly what to say
You stepped back
My stomach dropped
I'm the typical sensitive Cancer
You gave that look
That's all it took
You asked me, "Do I have to answer?"
As you wish, As you wish
Was the only response I could give
The terms were set
To live with regret
My heart is used to feeling nothing else
But could this work?
With a smirk
You asked me if it was a cold day in hell
As you wish, As you wish
Was the only response that I could give
You came over to return some things of mine
A few shirts and some DVDs
You forgot the most important thing
You forgot to bring back my heart
Astronomy
The sprinkle of raindrops find my eyes
So I can't see
But I know they hit your face
Like freckles on your cheek
The pitter-patter is the same
As the tempo of my thoughts
Not sure if it's tears or rain
But I think our time has been lost
It evaporated in the morning
Like the puddles in the street
Rising on up into the sky
To never again been seen
I still see the constellations
Embedded in your skin
I'd search the skies forever
And never cure my fascination
I can't forget the night you told me
"Give up astronomy
You only see the moon and the stars
But that's just one part of me"
I can't stop writing metaphors
Comparing your beauty
You are the sun and I looked direct
And now sunspots are all that I can see
I know it sounds like rambling
But that's all I can do
The only thing that I see
Is what's beautiful in you
Cripple My Heart
Rationalize it how ever you want
Something here is out of place
There ain't nothing left for me
Except the pain I can't quite taste
We can sleep away the afternoon and stay awake all night
The fact remains your probably not staying
More than just one sunrise
Cripple my heart
With everything you've got
I only play the fool
When I make you stop
Rationalize every thought you have
You can't quite function 'til you do
'Cause everyone's a little messed up
Even me and especially you
Dial Me Up
Your grace, your smile
Keeps going on for miles
Your laugh, your face
Take me on vacation to a better place
Than here, right now
No matter where I am
Or what I do
I'd rather be right here singing for you
Just singing for you
I'll find in time a little courage
To let you inside my mind
I knew from the start that no matter the distance
We'd never be apart
You might get home
And sleep alone
But I'll never be further away than your phone
So dial me up
I just want to feel you breathing
On the other line
Like 1,000 angels telling me
That everything's going to be OK
For Better or For Worse
For better or for worse
Sometimes it still hurts
When I think about the way things were
And what we went through together
And how we just walked away
Regretting it all to this day
I want the chance to say goodbye
Just one more time in the hope that we
Couldn’t say it again
I keep replaying events in my mind
Like they’re on auto-rewind
Wishing I could turn back the clock
One do-over is all I need
To fix the things that need to be
Perfect in every way
I want to be the one who tucks you in to bed
Every night or anytime you want to rest your head
So beautiful, so sweet
Your touch makes me complete
For better or for worse
I might be making words up right now
Hoping you somehow
Will show up at my door
Saying, let’s give it try
Ghost In My Memory
I'm haunted by the woman that I used to love
She is just a shell of who I used to know
She left the substance to be my own specter
To never forget and always regret her
The ghost in my memory is taking over
Seeping inside me I still believe I know her
My hand gets possessed to pick up the pictures
Moving them slowly toward my eye fixtures
I’m made to stare, I’m made to stare
And remember the times when she was there
The ghost in my memory is taking over
Seeping inside me I still believe I know her
The ghost in my memory refuses to leave
But loneliness gives me nothing I need
Kids Playing Guns In The Street
There's kids playing hide and seek
In the home while their parents are gone
They don't care they'll keep on hiding
'Til the early morning hours of dawn
They'll find new places to go
To wait in anticipation
If they're found they'll get right up
And towards home base they'll have to run
I remember simpler days
Where nothing mattered except my childish ways
And didn't have to worry 'bout anyone's politics
But if I could have those days back
Would I want to live in apathetic bliss
There's kids playing guns in the street
They're shooting each other dead
They don't know that someday it might be more
Than pretend for them
Their Mom comes out of the house
She says, "C'mon don't do that!
You don't have to mimic everything
You see on CNN!"
Neon Sign
I found a bit of hope at a neon sign
In the middle of the night
I never thought I'd need more than you
To tell me everything will be alright
But I feel just like the beer spilled on the bar
Waiting to be mopped up
How I wish I could've been a more civilized drink
Like some coffee in your cup
The gravel streets crunch underneath my feet
Telling me I'm going somewhere
No destination stated, So I'll just be patient
Believing I'll find somewhere sometime soon
I found myself back at the neon sign
One week later again
My face was recognized, My drink poured
They were happy to see I'd come in
I'll keep returning there until I find myself
Not healed by liquid band-aids
The jukebox keeps playing songs inside my head
And I pay it all my quarters anyway
There's probably not much point in following my dreams
We'll meet up one of these days
There's probably not much point in keeping tabs on you
We'll meet up probably never again
Never Claimed to Know
I never claimed to know
Anything about the opposite sex
Mostly they walk away
And I see their sillouttes
Shadows off in the distance
But then there was that night
When the stars seemed to align
When I asked your name
You didn't feed me a line
Or feel the need to lie
Do I take the hint?
And just fade away
I simply can't do that
Mostly 'cause of how beautiful you are
I haven't felt that spark
In way too long
Thought I had it before
But apparently I was wrong
Now my small flame is gone
Like it never belonged
I never claimed to know
Anything about the way you are
I'd like to get to know
Anything about the way you are
Anything about the way you are
Everything about the way you are
Do I take the hint?
And just go away
Down that long, dusty trail
Where I never find how truly beautiful you are
Shallow Water Blackout
I see the end
And it starts with you
'Cause all my love
Leaves my body like CO2
I see the beginning
Of a brand new life
Where I don't have you
And still I feel alright
But my body tells my mind
That I'm not...
It's just shallow water blackout
Of my heart
I keep the idea
On the outside of my head
The idea that I need you
Next to me in bed
Without you here beside me
I am slowing sinking down
I don't notice a thing
I am passing out
But my pride keeps telling my mind
That I'm not...
It's just shallow water blackout
Of my heart
It's my time to let you go
It's my time to let you go
The Song Lost In The Fire That I Can't Remember
My strings won't stay in tune
'Cause they've been thinking 'bout you
They conspire to make the chords I wrote
Dissonant and broke
My fingers can't play the keys
As gentle as need be
They crash and crunch together
Straining harmony
Somebody turn my tunepeg
Somebody bring me back home
Somebody say some words
Other than "I'd rather be alone"
The fire in the fireplace
Escapes confided space
It moves futher every second
Looking for something to erase
My piano and guitar gone now
No way to play this song
Its melody lost in the haze
And the vapors fade away
Somebody call 9-1-1
Somebody rescue this song
Better yet someone sing another one
The rights something that is wrong
Saturday Boy
You might think that I'm a dime a dozen
But I'm not quite the same as all the others
There's a bit extra for you to enjoy
Even if I'm only your saturday boy
You might think I'm like every other singer
Not quite enough to make you a fan
But I'll keep singing the songs I hope you enjoy
To get an upgrade from being just your saturday boy
I ain't asking for a girlfriend or a wife
I'm not even close to buying a ring
You keep haunting me all inside my mind
With all the beauty that you bring
You might think I'm hit and miss
But I disagree because of the way we kiss
I guess I'll keep being your little toy
Until I can be more than just your saturday boy
I ain't asking you to tie any knots
I'm scared of joint taxes and fights
You keep me thinking of you all the f***ing time
I wish you were here tonight
When you walk into the room
I can see nothing else
Share This Heartbreak
If I was sure, what'd be the fun in that?
I'm a fan of the chase and logic that's cracked
I'm not that consistent or totally right
I'll say something now and say the opposite tonight
But we should share this heartbreak together
Or I'll keep wandering aimless forever
No one ever said there's never bad weather
But we should just share this heartbreak
My thoughts are confusing my words even more
How can I blame you for sprinting towards the door
And when do I ever figure myself out
The harder I try the more questions come about
This Time Around
She tells me she loves me
And I let her go
I tell her I love her
And she lets me know
That I'm not the man for her
This time around
She tells me she needs me
And I refuse
I tell her I need her
And she looks confused
"What made you think that I was interested
This time around"
These are the days where nothing seems right
We wander around trying to figure out what we like
I'm not quite sure that it's ever coming 'round
I'm just trying to keep my two feet on the ground
She tells me she wants me
And I laugh it off
I tell her I want her
And says, "Enough is enough
This time around"
These days make me realize
That I'm not perfect for you
But that just makes me want you more
And love all those wrong things you do
What's Inside
There's a girl who always smiles
Everytime I lean in to kiss her
I can't tell if she's smiling at me
Or laughing at me, or what
But I just want to know
What's inside her head
What's inside her heart
What's inside...
There's a girl who always turns away
Every time I try to talk to her
She's mad at what I've done
Or what I'm gonna do
But I just want to know
What's inside her mind
What's inside her soul
What's inside her now...
What's the Past Got in Store?
Her brown eyes were anvils
Crashing through the floorboards
Never temped to lift up
And take a peek at the scoreboard
What's the past got in store?
What's the past got in store?
You'd think I'd have learned all my lessons all before
What's the past got in store?
The time was perfect
To unhook the latch
She knew it was pointless
To play a game with a catch
What's the past got in store?
What's the past got in store?
You'd think I'd have learned all my lessons all before
What's the past got in store?
I never let my head
Get the best of me
But maybe this time
Won't be quite like the last
You're Not Just Another Girl
My attention span is lengthened today
I hang on to every word you have to say
I see the flowers again
Spring is here and they are back blooming
You're not just another girl
In this completely f***ed up world
And I want you to know
That you've got to let it show
Go on, let your hair down
Take the night off and go out on the town
You deserve all you've worked for
Especially that natural beauty that I can't ignore
I can't understand
No, I can't understand
I'll never understand
How someone like you
Ever feels bad
©2008 Tony Bataska