"Playboy"

Hear me out...don't quit your day job
Not just yet, maybe not at all
Though I know you think you hear
The giddy sound of the good life
Callin' out to you, sayin' "Come along!"
But that isn't Miss September whispering

The glossy dreams of the beautiful people
Far above anyone you know
Like they're from another world
A better place than you or I have ever been
You still think she's givin' it to you
But it isn't Miss September's to give

CHORUS:
...And you'll never be a playboy, darling
...And you'll never own a penthouse, baby
...No, you're never gonna be a playboy
...So don't quit your day job, darling

It's enough...people laughing at the
Party jokes that you've memorized
And you tell them oh, so well
But it's too much to expect her not to notice
The lecherous look there in your eyes
Now you've frightened Miss September away

A Gift

Fallin' on my face, begging Him for mercy
There's a concept I can get behind.
Accepting limitations
Tolerating myself
This is how You made me
These choices I've been given
Their consequences
You knew and yet You do not stop me
And You wrap it up with a nice, pretty ribbon
And You give it to me
I named it "Freedom"
Open-ended
Confusing towards the conclusion
As if it had all been sanctioned by You
Beneath grace more amazing
Than I could ever comprehend
Infinite love
Still, without mercy, condemned

Lamentation

I woke up this morning
And I felt like hearing a secret from God
No
I thought He might have one for me
But He was teasing me, making me wait
Knowing full well
That I wasn't made for waiting
And I haven't reached the point yet
Where I've accepted
The dullness as necessary
The boredom as essential
To the appreciation of joy as it is intended
When it is dropped like a birthday present
Out of nowhere
The bliss extinguished by first awareness of it
The gut knowledge that it comes short and
It comes sweet and
It comes rarely
It is grieved for in the space of a moment
Before being left behind
So that we may search
For the next surprise
But the treasure queen has developed
An unfortunate tendency to hide away

The demons in my mind...
I've met each one
I've looked into each set of mirror-reflection eyes
And I know them intimately
Just as I know
I am powerless against their sway
Demon life
So maybe that's what's standing in the way