Courtyard Courtship Lyrics & Chords By Sixtoo

Um, thanks everybody for coming out tonight.
Um, lukas pierce on the bass. thanks lukas.

The magistrate's war worn suits
And I froze courtside in my hoodie and shell toes,
Painfully aware of my surroundings.
All at once, the whole mood compressed into static
Binding the molecules of life, into love, into lust,
Into innate inner-child's thoughts of we chasing the sky
That fell into the sea that we created for ourselves to be self-absorbed by.
And by passing, the words of the horn player's blasting song,
Sang, sing-song melodies of modern-day choir themes.
Themes for schemes of dreams for you to look through.
Picture frames of nameless names and games that we played in the courtyard
Before the turn of the century,
When you lost yourself into your self-loathing.
Appeal for help, and peeled off the skin of your teeth
To be reached by unreachable heights.
Surrounded by bright lights and dim-lit dinners
To match cross-hatched sketches of simplicity.
The mysticism of your ora had crashed into glass shards of ego
That only you could reconstruct.

Self-destruct, my influx, mood themes,
And fragile forms for you to fill out. signing your name on the line.
Signing bonus for the homeless ones outside of the courtyard.
Do you remember?
I played croquet that summer with swollen dreams for us to become us,
And trust to become truth, and truth to become known.

I wrote a poem to commemorate the journey of thought.
Time passing out flyers for the show of the century.
I walked into a penitentiary of thought.
My disposable pen served as a disposable hero,
But brain-locked my hands,
And the only words to be found were absurd words of absurd thoughts
And insane actions to follow suit of my being.
The tea parties and mid-afternoon chats
Broken into informal combat strategics and songs of war.
Never before had I seen the unseen hands of fate
Pull strings of demon-shaped puppetry in my life,
On my future wife, on my future life.
This piece of cake is still on the table
From the day when I decided to settle for crumbs. do you remember?
Brain-numbing aspirations of we formed we once again,
But then again, we were not as we. appeared to me,
Appeared to be true, but true was subjective to time frames
And 24 bit color palettes and digital mallots.
The vine ties. was this a dreamscape for my shaping to testify?
Were you a lie? was I a lie?
Could I rely on perceived themes?
I saw the mountains collapse and the teardrops that overflowed the landscape
And washed away my mindscape,
As I sat alone, with no more thoughts to dwell on.