I'm hungry but I can't even feel it
through all this thick sickness.
When it comes to anything, I'll steal it,
feel it, seal it with blue masking tape.
I gaze over at you: basking late
summer eve
and just before I leave,
I'll wrap your memory in bubbles
to myself I'll say, "Thanks for all the troubles."

I'll board a weather vane:
slim sword straight through this vein.
I shake the rein
and heave a heavy sigh.

He'll take me to the end of the universe.
Cursed love, gossip, bend and snap
whisking away like a dove at my stupid trap.
Send help.
Here, hold my white flag,
while I get off
and step into the stars.

I'm sick of stares from the entertained
so stick a catchy phrase that makes a song unique right here
about a girl about a loss
about whatever you like

I miss the days
that seemed so sunny but where full of weather
they've become backgrounds and melodies in commercials now

and so i stare into the ocean
like it holds something that knows it all

it seems my friends are drifting
and the days final door closed
comes quicker than ever before

what do i do if
if im most comfortable under my comforter
and when you're lover holds you
you come to find it's a pillow
you try to make your mind grey like a cloud once agaiin

you hear than traffic lurking
jobs are gettin harder to find

what do you do
most comfortable under the comforter

there comes a time when you gotta get out
it's nothing you did but sometimes our legs get numb
keep your head up
you'll never please everyone so do what you want

when you lay your head right down at night
put those headphones in you're ears
let those melodies make you disappear
when the most comfortable place is under the comforter

Thinking back on the days gone by, when we were together
Intoxicated, young, in the face of stormy weather
So little we will notice
All the troubles that we miss
So carefree, together we grow
Not a care in the world, no...

Without warning, the feeling of having to say goodbye
The fine leaves of cold December started to die
Slight bend of numbers flood through our time
One even reckon on disclosing it was a crime
Quiet, like a calm storm
We slow down, left trails so warm

And blissful days are recovered
You speak for certain, that my flame's not like the others
Why do I sense the other end instead?
Fancy hearing anew, nevertheless

You have altered entirely, fresh you to boast
Never knew today would bleed the most
Convinced that change is what you ever need
Along with your love that mislead

The past is the past for a reason
Perhaps, I should have stayed frozen
Should have just let all the cards unfold
As it may be, nothing is to behold
Cause the past is the past for a reason
Shouldn't look back, learned a lesson

Today, I am thankful.
For the birds.
And the weather.
And the rolling hills in my backyard.
And the huge trees that make me feel
so small.
And my feet and legs.
And my lungs taking in huge breaths.
And my heart pounding as my feet hit the ground
with every step.
And days like today,
Because even though I had the worst day,
I can come home and just
be me.

I bet you know how the winds of a story blow
You've felt them flow through your hair with ease
From a strong gust to a slight breeze

I'm sure you've seen what the words in the weather mean
The sky has spelled it out and spoken to you
Screaming storms or softly staying serene

I fear that you've felt the fire of the frost bite
A ferocious cold fever flowing through you
A frozen reminder of your failure

I hope you've heard the song of the blizzard
It's the same one that brought those teeth but
With a message in a melody sounding underneath

I think you've had a taste of ticking time
A bittersweet bite of moments
Some seconds savory
Some sour and stick around longer to form hours

I trust that you've learned the truth in fading youth
The progress of conviction and
The consistency protest

But now I ask you to live the love of life
Nothing else can bring existence justice
Catharsis

She traces water
Through the river
Into the
Cold, hard ground
Where secrets lie in wait
Her past is
An enigma
And I
Don't know what
To do with her
Anymore

She speaks words of
Wisdom and curiosity
Her ears flinch when
Things unsaid surface
She grows uncomfortable
At the thought of it
She can't handle
What I think of her

When I have time
To sit back and think
Lemons and limes
Inside hard earned beers
My mind never stops
Coming to these conclusions
Back and forth
With the wind through green trees
She walks through valleys
Untouched by cruel weather
Comes out unscathed
Though completely unclothed
I am always in awe
At her pure endurance
Spanning time with nothing
But the smile of Joan of Ark