It’s a novel thing

Francis “Frank” Humboldt spends his 9 to 5 working a mundane job that seldom keeps his interest. Out side of the job he cant keep a relationship stable for longer than a hand full of months. His random sex-capades with strange women he rarely finds attractive leaves him thirsting for more. After burning to many bridges with ex's and flings he tries to make amends only to discover all but one of these women are dead. As he tries to correct his destructive path he runs into Kathleen James, an old flame, and the only woman left alive. With her back ground in criminal psychology she helps the man who broke her heart years ago discover just how he ended up here.

Garbage Flower

Everyone is so dramatic
Everyone is about them selves
Everyone is using nine syllable words,
To describe the pain they've felt

Everyone makes mistakes
Everyone makes changes
Everyone is telling me,
I need to make these myself

Everyone was dancing
The room stood shaking
Embroidered my heart felt
Screams into your walls

When i come home

Exhausted from your biter word,
I've lock myself in my mind.
Keep warm with cold beer,
Set fire to photos of you.
Say you don't remember,
How come i still feel its sting.

How do we stop this,
How do we move on,
With out fear.
Maybe we surrender,
Wave our white flag
Arms in the air.

It wasn't the tone,
Or the words that where chosen,
It was that you meant it.
Not just our dreams,
Only my fantasy,
This isn't how things where meant to be.

Please tell me,
How do we stop this,
How do we move on,
With out fear.
Maybe we surrender,
Wave our white flag
Arms in the air.