Stepping Stones

I wrote this song for the band I’m in. I’m still trying to work out the second verse, but I’ve grown to be quite fond of this little tune. Special thanks to the boys that helped bring it to life.

I wanted to be a hair on your head
So I could go anywhere you did
Or pull out your teeth, wear ’em on a string
So you couldn’t eat without me

All I wanted was everything
Somehow you consumed me

I wanted to die by your side
Looking into those eyes
Like black stepping stones to your dark soul I tried to light
Once they flickered
But went out, like the fire you let die
I know now
All that’s love isn’t always right

My you have such deep eyes
All the better to deceive me
And it’s true I once believed the lies
Thought I could make you happy

All I wanted was you babe
But we burned out so easy
All I wanted was everything
Somehow you consumed me


You left but left that fire burning
And I couldn’t put it out
I all but begged, sick sick yearning
But it’s flickering now, burning out

And I wanted to die in your eyes
Black stones and pretty lights
Watching stars on hot summer nights
Yeah, the shoot across the sky
They flicker then burn out
Like the love you let die
Well I know now

It’s flickering now, burning out
Is it flickering now? Are we burning out?




Jeffrey Campbell

Heather be





That day,

your birthday and the few hours

before felt like my birthday

our favorite day.

When you ate all 15

cookies I made

drank sparkling wine

and carried me

to bed.

Smoked your “last” cigarette

at midnight held me in your arms

until we both fell


Woke up in my bed

so small, hands numb

from sleeping on them.

Drove to lunch the next day,

hand on your thigh

and parking lot pleasure.

Nine course dinner, gazing in your eyes

Manual drive slash stimulation.

One more time before you leave

“Here’s your final present, baby.”


I wanted to spend my birthday with you

playing love songs on the piano

you bought me too early

walking through rose bushes

in the park

we fought in in November.


you, my favorite

present, until we both fell asleep.

And we’d laugh in the morning

how it felt like your birthday

because you had so much fun.

We’d stay there all day

wrapped in my sheets

hands numb from sleeping

on them

lost all day

in my bed

so small

I had to sleep half on top of you.


But my birthday wish

was to sleep inside

of you.

Shrink myself to a cell and live

in your heart


you bought that piano

too soon.

We didn’t get to see the roses.

And I spent my birthday


wrapped in my sheets


hands numb from sleeping on them,

occupying half the bed to save

room for your ghost.