I'll paint the strokes of your shadow
and carpet it on my silky floor,
Or I'll hang it against the wall, like a willow,
Where it can lurk behind every sound.

Every snap, every whistle,
Every clatter of each wasted nickel
I had spent on shores that crashed aloud.
Oh, but I paid to see the view anyway.

Every murmur, every whisper
of their fathers telling you what you are.
Oh, but I'll love you the most first,
And I'll cover your pride away into the dark.

4 years of letting you down,
4 years of letting you drown.
Tell me, how could you forgive me now?
Believe me when I'll turn things around.

I'll get you a set of brand-new eyes
that don't blind under the midday light.
I'll get you a brand-mew name,
Much less sounding like a saint
but lesser to prey.

I'll gravitate myself to you again,
Like a loosened knot crying to its thread.
And, when I'll no longer feel the same,
You'll Be Reborn Someday.

The truth slides in so smooth,
No cracks on its edges, no ruse.
It's an outstretched hand waiting to be used,
But my fingertips falter to the truth.
If I found out my prophecy,
Will I have found my truth?
Or will I have abused destiny,
By foreseeing the blood before the bruise?
On the other hand,
Even Gods are stung by mortal fire,
And string of lies can sound like a lyre.
So if divinity wants to keep meaning hidden,
Why is it something I should acquire?
So truthless, so disdained,
Nothing is right or wrong, it's almost insane.
But if it's true to you, it could be true to me,
And if my purpose runs loose, it would flee
to the nearest arms of the meek.
So, if it's my responsibility, it belongs to me,
And that has been my greatest epiphany.

Your perennial glow,
Basking under the lucent twilight,
Oh, I picture it so vividly, so thorough,
My memory swings it left and right.

Your dewy petals of amethyst,
It would catch my perspiration
with no intimidation.
Its clad with the ashes of time itself,
Altering the seconds so intrinsically,
Slowing it down for my eyes to ease.

Your flimsy stalk, tracing a crescent arc
I could snap it, but its brimming with pollen,
That shimmers like sequin, like it was
preserved from the Garden of Eden.
Oh, but if only it was still fecund
I could still seep out a ray of the sun.

Past the primroses and sunflowers,
I always come back to the periwinkle,
Lingering in my wishes and reveries.
And when my heart does make a flicker,
Under the crease of twilight, it appears before me.

I wish you didn't prune me like a branch,
But if I stayed you wouldn't have grown,
And to rewrite the pain that once borne,
I'd wish the fire tickled on your bones.

If I could dust off the earth and dare myself to another pair of arms,
If I could step out the inn and march with the strolling players,
However my rose-tinted heart made no flicker,
Made no sound like sea-splitting thunder.
No, not a heart I should give another.

Oh, but the strokes of your silver-tinted bristles,
You dotted my heart like freckles.
You spun and swirled your words, like a silvertongue,
However, even the deaf and blind need to be upfront.
'Cause as I bled I could taste the silver,
When you gave all of yourself on a silver platter.

So, leave me dreary under the crease of twilight;
Leave me on the earth where its soil rumbles in stride,
And I hope your knees fall into someone stronger than gravity,
Cause that strength you're digging for,
For love, it's not with me,
Not anymore, not where it's supposed to be.

Can't you think for yourself?
Have you disarranged the atoms in your head?
Don't they already move for themselves?
Shouldn't you be moving for yourself?

You should get used to hearing yourself,
because that's the only voice you'll hear someday,
Don't let that point over your head, it's all over  your face,
Don't buy others words because the price is for you to pay.

Put their words in your mouth, how does that taste?
Pick the flavor you want, you're not getting a second plate.
Everybody's in line, pick while you're still at the front.
Shut everybody down like it's a public stunt.

So enclose your thoughts in quotation marks;
Keep them in one of the chambers of your heart,
and you'll hear them again like an undying song,
And it will be flared to the skies from ages on.

My brother used to be selfless,
So I thought I was too selfish,
then he reminded me how much of his life his'
How much of my life was really mine at 14?

Just because I was strong doesn't mean I can
seize the wrath of a disgruntled bolt with a single clasp.
You tried to gently dismantle me to pieces but I still crumbled
and passed it off as a slow death to make it humble.

How could I have not been hurt?
Letting time heal me was worse.

All these tears soaked the same clothes,
Couldn't stand on my feet so I wandered as a ghost,
And slid behind the window of what used to be home.
Then I realized for many, many months that I was so alone.

If you have a reason, make sure it's yours.
If there's a life you're fighting for, make sure it's yours.
If there's a pain you're letting go, make sure it's yours.
Even if you're a little lost, make sure the path is yours.

With you, I'll count every single blade of grass,
Sharing the view with you feels like flying in first class.
Even the petals can't tell "loves me, loves me not" apart,
Because they'd flown and nested on your hair from the very start.

Loving you is so rich, yet so free,
but I wouldn't have cared how much it cost.
I'll be ****** to think otherwise;
I was never trained how to break other people's hearts,
I'll be daft, but that's while I try.

And so there's no way I'd flee, not a world without you is free,
As I could live inside our album holding my poses for eternity,
Unmoved, never having to take a heave to wrestle my doubts,
Every stain of marble will have our reflection glossed out.

But if we fell into a hole in the ground,
Will the right time tell us when to come out?
If the water we dived in has become an all drought,
Would you be okay with hiking on a mount?

A nod is all it takes for a single step.
If not the stars, we could glow on lava lamps
and march into love with just our calloused hands.
I could gamble my heart, bet half to keep you and play with chance,
And the other half would've gotten to you anyway, because it always has.