Songs by Corey

Verse 1:



Walking through the crowd, trying to blend, but I stand out. I don’t even need to shout or be loud.

I have a problem, one that maybe she can solve. But with mistrust of others, I put up my walls.

Stealing a glance at her from a distance, I try to turn away, but I don’t have the resistance.

Turning around, her sixth sense points like a beacon in my direction.

I finally turned away shyly and made a mental correction.

After a few steps, I turned back to see her still staring, smiling.

A pretty curled smile that I will surely remember for a while.

Walking towards me slowly, a goddess that I wouldn’t mind praying to every night.

Within mere feet from each other, from behind her mother, who has found her daughter in this crowded fair.

The girl smiled and waved as she was leaving, bright blue eyes and dark brown shimmery hair and you have me believing.

Someone new, yet reminding me of someone I once knew, and I am depressed again.

I appreciate who you are, but when I fail, I go back to the start of the same game with someone else.

Maybe this will be different, but I can’t help but remain resistant that she will see the real me and run.

Everything will fine, until we get close, then she treats me like a ghost, one that never existed at all.

Once she sees that I will only drag her down, she’ll take off like a jet. I hope that you know what I mean when I say that You Don’t Know Me Yet.



Verse 2:

Running into the store always feels like a chore, but this place is my survival.

In the produce aisle, I come across her, electric eyes and a beautiful smile and everything else becomes a blur.

She recognized me from the fair, but playing it cool, I say oh yeah, I think I saw you there.

As we chat some more, I try my best not to become a bore, my best dad jokes and fair stories on display.

We eventually exchange numbers, inspecting her sense of style, I can see that she was younger, which didn’t do anything for my confidence, but maybe to her, age didn’t matter.

Departing from each other, we shared a smile. I haven’t felt this good in a while.

Not since my ex, before she inherited the title of such. Hopefully I won’t mention her when me and my new desire go out to lunch.



Someone new, yet reminding me of someone I once knew, and I am depressed again.

I appreciate who you are, but when I fail, I go back to the start of the same game with someone else.

Maybe this will be different, but I can’t help but remain resistant that she will see the real me and run.

Everything will fine, until we get close, then she treats me like a ghost, one that never existed at all.

Once she sees that I will only drag her down, she’ll take off like a jet. I hope that you know what I mean when I say that You Don’t Know Me Yet.

Verse 3:

Finally, the day of my first date. A little more nervous than I usually am, I try not to be late.

Picking her up, we talk on the way in my car, I try saving my best topics until we get to the surf ‘n turf restaurant and bar.

Outdoor seating, the ocean plays the same song. Busting out my best comedy routine, my dates’ laughter is hearty and long.

Conversation about our exes arises, and I know I can’t avoid it, so I try to be playful.

No woman could hate me; the breakups were all mutual I say. They weren’t and they were all just as painful.

Just thinking about that starts an inner emotional rainfall.

Walking down the beach, the ocean mirrors my emotions, wave after wave until silence.

Asking the deeper questions, where I see myself in the future, I tell her with you of course.

She laughs like I was joking, but then plants one moist kiss on my quivering lips.

I look at her and grab her by the hips.

A sunset background, and this doesn’t feel real. Heart on my sleeve, and I’m open for the steal.



Someone new, yet reminding me of someone I once knew, and I am depressed again.

I appreciate who you are, but when I fail, I go back to the start of the same game with someone else.

Maybe this will be different, but I can’t help but remain resistant that she will see the real me and run.

Everything will fine, until we get close, then she treats me like a ghost, one that never existed at all.

Once she sees that I will only drag her down, she’ll take off like a jet. I hope that you know what I mean when I say that You Don’t Know Me Yet.



Verse 4:



Fast forward a few months, and I’m happy with the woman I’m with.

But how long will it last, I wonder. Just when will I get hit by the thunder.

The inner storm that has women in my life running for cover.

A hurricane called neediness that happens with each lover.

Obsessed, then depressed when things go awry.

I feel her pulling away, a tug of war, all my past lovers pulling me down, I could cry.

Messages getting less frequent, beginning of the end.

When there is no communication anymore, might as well be dead.

The breakup is here, everything is so clear.

Why I’ve failed, but also, why do I repeat past mistakes.

Guess I will never know the answer, what’s awaiting me is a pit of snakes, each with her face.

The bite, that sweet venom in my veins.

Love has rotted me from the inside out, guess I should let someone above me take the reigns.





Someone new, yet reminding me of someone I once knew, and I am depressed again.

I appreciate who you are, but when I fail, I go back to the start of the same game with someone else.

Maybe this will be different, but I can’t help but remain resistant that she will see the real me and run.

Everything will fine, until we get close, then she treats me like a ghost, one that never existed at all.

Once she sees that I will only drag her down, she’ll take off like a jet. I hope that you know what I mean when I say that You Don’t Know Me Yet.

Verse 1:
Start of the day, seeing you and my heart skips a beat.
Like a song in my head that’s on constant repeat.
You work in a hurry, kinda makes me worry if I’d only slow you down, like an old Taurus doing 15 downtown.
Approaching me, so close that I memorized the lines on your face.
Every little imperfection that seems perfect to me, it’s not right, yet seeing you go, and I continue the chase.
You move like a freight train crossed with a cheetah, fierce yet elegant in your design,
Moving like nothing I’d ever known, yet something about you says that you are all alone.
I wanna take a chance, but I’ve been through this dance.
I should let you go, but I convince myself, it could work, you never know.
Everyone can see that you live so carefree, action without compromise is your philosophy.
Living life on a whim, is where your free will kicks in.
I just wanna be the guy who looks you right in the eye and says I wanna live like you.
Your spontaneous nature rubbing off on me, I’m more confident and so proud, so proud to sing out loud that I wanna live like you.

Verse 2:
As you work tending to your machines, you move like one as such. Fast and loud, boots stomping, yet with a woman’s touch.
As boredom sets in at my post, I run to you. You tell me your problems, at least it’s always something new.
You may not be a romantic by nature, but as close as you stand next to me, any closer could spell danger.
On the surface, you act like one of the guys, but I see a different person when I look into your eyes.
Another side of your eggshell that I feel like I can crack.
Asking you questions more personal, my mind working overdrive trying to keep track.
Back to my post, my internal drive compiling new knowledge of this new brain food.
Now the rest of my day goes smoother, talking to you girl always curbs my mood.
Everyone can see that you live so carefree, action without compromise is your philosophy.
Living life on a whim, is where your free will kicks in.
I just wanna be the guy who looks you right in the eye and says I wanna live like you.
Your spontaneous nature rubbing off on me, I’m more confident and so proud, so proud to sing out loud that I wanna live like you.

Verse 3:
Punching the clock and going home, a fortress of solitude where I can be alone.
Heating up the oven, watching the news, my thoughts soon turned to you and your world view.
I vow that tomorrow will be the day that I have something to say.
But how should I phrase it, tendency to overthink.
I’ve been here before, every time that I try to swim I only sink.
Drifting off to sleep, and all I do is think.
Tried counting sheep, but all the sheep had your face.
I guess when I think of you, I’m in my happy place.
The next day and I am ready. Up on coffee, I hid my hand in my sleeve to hide the shaking.
At my post, I look over to her coming my way. This is my chance to either sink or swim. I usually lose, but I’m positive that this time I can win.
Working up the courage, I say these words to you.
Everyone can see that you live so carefree, action without compromise is your philosophy.
Living life on a whim, is where your free will kicks in.
I just wanna be the guy who looks you right in the eye and says I wanna live like you.
Your spontaneous nature rubbing off on me, I’m more confident and so proud, so proud to sing out loud that I wanna live like you.

Not quite sure what happened, I pinch myself. Not a dream, but what could this mean? I’ll soon find out.
You laugh, but not to mock. Although that’s not what I first thought.
I turned away, not knowing what to say.
You took me by the shoulders to reassure me. Meeting your eye, I can see everything so clearly.
Now we’re both laughing, a new understanding reached. Amazing what a few simple words to a friend can teach.
I realize that I don’t want you, I just want to be more like you.
Maybe you can show me, you already know me, no strings attached.
How to be so free, so confident, so cool, so you.
I’m in your hands now, so show me your way. It’s in this song that I can proudly say I wanna live like you.

Verse 1:
Walking along, don’t want to be a bother, don’t want to be bothered by you. Checking my phone, my invisibility spell. But in reality, my private hell.
Silently wishing that I can be like everyone else. But then I wouldn’t be me, but could a compromise be the key.
I don’t know, most of the time I want to be left alone, all the time I am.
Whether with others or without. I know that there is only one out.
But I’m no quitter, even when my life is in the shitter, I just want to believe.
Someone, something out there that could make me as light as air.
Over here, or over there, I just don’t care.
Because I’m living with My Insecurity.
Something that is always there like comfort food in my soul.
Yet always there like a cancer, please God, all I need is the answer.
An answer to cure My Insecurity.
Whether I have to pay a fee for a good time or get down on my knees to pray, things that are only temporary to keep in check My Insecurity.

Verse 2:
Stepping through a door automatic, as automatic as my instinct to curl up in a ball.
Sluggish, I hear many conversations that may or may not all be about me as I walk through the halls.
Navigating through aisles of cereal and bread, I know that all the anxiety I feel is all in my head.
Grabbing what I came for, I bolted towards the front door.
A cashier looks my way, but I’m too caught up in myself to notice.
Paying the price, I finally look up to see a pretty, smiling face.
Yet is it genuine, or fake for a customer’s sake.
All those times looking at myself in the mirror, I can see through her clearly. Or can I? I don’t know anymore, all I know is the feeling of My Insecurity.
Breaking contact, and stepping through the front door, inside, a sudden downpour. It must be My Insecurity.
On my way home, I only want to be alone, yet I’m never alone. I have My Insecurity to keep me company.

Verse 3:
By myself again, I lay back, head to the pillow, music fills my ears, and I begin to mellow.
My phone starts to ring; I almost want to sing until I see who’s on the other end. Potential spam, not today my friend, blocked.
Friend requests from unfamiliars get the same treatment. Hotties that are artificial, faces of plastic, if only you would leave me alone forever, that would be fantastic.
I may seem cold like the steel of a new machine, but I’m just honest with myself.
I want to find someone real, someone to make me feel. Someone to break me out of my mind prison, to rescue me from My Insecurity.
I may never find it, but if I do, I won’t mind. As long as I still have time to unwind, I don’t want to live another life that’s in constant rewind, because that only heightens My Insecurity.
Why can’t the world just let me be, a flea in an endless sea of stars. Mental scars never heal; all I know is that this feeling I have is all too real. This feeling that is My Insecurity.

Verse 4:
Music off, I take a walk, kitchen bound. A knock at my door, I try to ignore, but my curiosity gets the better. A girl from next door, I think her name was Heather.
Smiling and handing me a flyer, I say thanks and shut the door. A party in the complex, one that I never attend, but maybe, just maybe I should. If she’ll be there, then maybe I could… go, but all alone. A vibration, that’s when I checked my phone.
It was about the complex party, free food, just bring yourself and a positive attitude, me, not such an attitude exists. It can’t hurt to attend I guess, I would normally stay away, but this time I won’t miss.
In the mirror, I mentally prepare, for a time, I just stop and stare, then comb my hair, and up and out of my lair.
I get to the party, nervous beads of sweat rolling down my back, that’s when amidst the people I see her from behind a billowing smokestack.
A few deep breaths later, seeing her alone, I approach as she is texting on her phone.
Waiting patiently till she’s done, I hoarsely speak. My anxiety at its peak.
Happy to see me or so it seemed, hi and thanks for coming, about to speak, I saw someone over her shoulder running.
Towards us, six two, muscles, he picked her up from behind. Setting her down, the two locked eyes.
Her BF she says, panicking I say hi and bye to both her and the guy.
Turning and running, waypoint not set, not even looking, I run into a pretty brunette.
Helping her pick up her purse, I see what’s inside, food stored within. I look at her hands, no wedding ring then her blue eyes and say I should do the same thing.
Laughing, but not nervously, because I know nervousness, she says maybe we can share, I’m new here, 4C. Parties always make me nervous, they make me want to flee.
Me too, people are scary so stick with me.
Together, back at her place, we feast and talk. Next thing I knew was her face close to my face and I back away, not knowing what to say, I looked away.
She takes my hand and says people aren’t scary, they’re scared of us. I finally kissed her without making a fuss.
Later, our feelings and bodies together stringed up like a violin. Alone I was a loser, but with her, I feel there's nothing I can’t win.
That’s when my old friend My Insecurity was nowhere to be found. I guess I should celebrate by shouting it out loud.
But I wouldn’t do that, for the lingering fear of its return. Because living with My Insecurity has left me burned.
But finding someone who shares my dread but still tries gives me hope. With her, there is no more reason to feel like I’m at the end of my rope.
I can finally feel again, heal again, anything and everything else besides My Insecurity.

Verse 1:
When I wake up, I can’t fight it, thinking of you, feeling excited.
Take a shower, then 70 miles per hour, on my way to you.
Getting to your place, a quick check of my face and I’m ready to go.
As you open your door, I can’t help but adore the way you suddenly appear.
The smile on your face takes me to another place, one where we are the only ones.
As your body touches mine and I can’t deny that I’m into you.
It’s been this way since last November.
And I pray that this feeling will last forever.
Your pretty little smile holds me for a while until after the movies.
I’m into you, everything I want is right here.
Maybe we can get another beer and talk about our greatest fears.
As for my greatest fear, it would be losing you, because I’m into you.

Verse 2:
Heading back to your place, my face is close to your face, and then your lips are on mine.
It’s about twenty minutes after nine when you invite me inside to see who you really are.
Frozen by your gaze, Medusa’s stare, your fingers through my wavy hair.
Lips locked like a door, throw away the key forever more.
Clothes flying in familiar air space, dropping to the ground on a carpeted runway.
Bodies touch; a spark ignites like a 6.0-liter engine unleashed.
I feel you down to my very core, this feeling is hard to ignore.
The sweet scent of your hair, past or future not a care, because right here and right now I’m into you.
If only this moment would last forever, I’m into you.
In my search for gold, I found it right here with you.

Verse 3:
The next day, I have so much to say but looking beside me and you’re not there.
Out your front window, I’m looking out and find you in a mad rush, I see you look back at me from your leather throne and blush.
Pulling away, I had nothing to say, so I waved.
Giving me a look that had me shook, a farewell glance,
Should I stay or should I follow, in my heart I know that either one will only bring me sorrow.
I go back to my humble abode, all alone, when I check my phone, nothing to show.
In my mind, I’m running laps, but still can’t catch up to you. A feeling all too familiar in the past, but this is something new.
Losing you even before the first lap, going through the motions, I try to finish my race, at this point uncaring about keeping up with the pace, I’m into you.
Thinking of our one shared love that brought us here, now all I feel is fear, I’m into you.
It hasn’t been long since you’ve been gone, yet in my head, I think of the bed we shared, I’m into you.
My heart once raced, now it’s on the sidelines waiting for you.

Verse 4:
At the barstool, a familiar place, one that brings comfort in times of remise. Racing for the goal, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I missed, both the goal and her, one in the same, I guess I was never good at playing the game.
Looking at the bottom of my glass, empty as I feel, I really thought that she could have been something real.
I lower my aching head, almost feeling dead when a pocket vibration wakes me up.
A message I almost don’t want to see, but I open it anyway to keep the demons away, it’s her, but what could she have to say?
Early day of work she states, that’s why she raced to get to where she was going, see me tonight, I couldn’t put up a fight, I’m into you.
Racing to your place, breaking the sound barrier, I race to see your face.
Screeching to a stop, stepping out, I tell you that I missed you a lot.
She said, don’t take it the wrong way, but I missed you even more.
You jump into my arms; I could feel my jumpstarted heart when earlier it could have easily fallen apart.
I never needed to catch up with you, I just needed to see things through, I’m into you.
Here we are at the finish line, I’m into you.
Position doesn’t matter, the only thing that does is this feeling right here, that’s why I’m soooooo into you.