I'm writing words
They're scabbling me
I'm writing for fun
When they talk back its not fun anymore
But they dance when I write songs about you
They create the melody, I create the beat
But all I can do is write words
Even though they paint a picture
And tell a story
Word is a noun not a verb
They know I'm not doing enough for you...

Guilty pleasures
We're soaked into the couch like stains of peach cider
So when you stayed
We could blame it on the alcohol and they'd be none the wiser

I always choke on words like "us"
Its not something that rolls off my tongue
Its simple to most
But leaves me pale as a ghost
But nothing scares me more than words like "love"

I've been restless
In and out of town
Nothing could hold me down
But now that I've got you
To hold me down
I'm sleeping without a sound
Baby you've got me dreaming
I'm up and down the ceiling
Floating like I'm made of helium
This must be love

Whenever you're hurt
I become the aggressor
When you feel angered
I become the reason the world is bad
And when you're happy
I become the sun that escapes through the clouds

I was never a person to you
I was always just a means to get you through...

There is a world between happiness and sadness
And I've traveled across many times
And found that you can't build your house in between the two
All you can do is travel from back and forth.

I'm surrendering to not knowing
And I'm taking each corner like a bird set free
With hope of experiencing how blissful it might be...