Through long nights and sleepless too
It’s killing me cause it’s killing you
But that’s the reason
They call it growing season
And I sure hope we’ll make it through
Cause there’s no me if there’s no you
And I can hold you through the pain
If you can hold me just the same

You’re in the driver’s seat
I’m just an actor for now
I’m sat beside you we
Shoot the **** while driving to your house

The things I love in life are taking shape in front of my eyes. And the people I love are loving me back.

I woke up this morning and realized that I had made my lips chapped from trying to taste you again over and over and over and over and over and over

There’s something nice about my **** smelling like coffee
And you ******* with the door open
And me sitting on your toilet while you shower
Or me joining you in the shower
And you making more coffee than we can drink in one healthy sitting
And me knowing **** good and well that you don’t have any love for me.

I wonder how many of your freckles
Are freckles
And I wonder how many of your freckles
Are embellishments
And I wonder how many of your freckles
Are just reminders.

I took my ring off because it got too heavy on my finger
I don’t think bees know that they die after they get rid of their stinger

That feeling is embering through my chest again,
Cause that drug makes everything focused and everyone a friend.

They are just motels
repaying a debt
So don't be a fool thinking
loyalty
Is just living quietly in their
head;
Only coming out for drops
of affection

Laying in your bed
                      There with the lights off
      On a Thursday morning with no coffee
I started missing you.

Three nights is a long time
                        To wait for my favorite excuse
      Knock first then to ask for melatonin
We know I don’t have to.

I’m listening to your solfège
                          Tuesday just after therapy
       Wondering how lucky we both have been
To have been stumbled upon.

Leaving you at Hartsfield
                            I felt what I would consider
        A speck of a sliver of what you meant
To be left undone.

In the kitchen you’d said
                             I’ve never felt that feeling
          And I’ll never feel what you feel
But I want to learn you forever.

You are crying after hours
                              When you break yourself
            You know you break me too
Every ****** time.

“I'm of the mind
Your dispassion made you smarter,
Nothing of none.
Just a wandering of the slower.

That god of arrogance went from
thoughts to in your bloodstream.
Behind your eyes.

Shows the difference between the
life you lead and need,
The life you want and need.”

Throw my fist at the ground but the ground does not give,
I said come with me now and let’s learn how to live.
God struck me once yeah She showed me the end,
But the fool that I am I screamed show me again.

I was nervous
You were drinking,
So I bought a bottle
To numb the feeling.
Got off me knees and
Took you to bed,
We both regret it
But we'd lie instead.

I made up my mind
Then made it up again,

My heart was set,
yours was still growing back in.

It’s getting harder

                                To feel
                                                    
                                                       What I say


I’m feeling.

All of the best parts
                                                   Make you sorry

All of the worst parts
                                                   Make you strong

It’s not that easy, after the sun goes down
Oh quit looking at me that way, like I’m new to town,
In the full moon I get the most dangerous desires,
It’s not your fault, I keep starting my own fires.

Don’t be afraid of the physical pain, it has been discovered.
Our bodies are made in a merciful way, to blackout under covers.
I was shown a long time ago, by a desperate mother, “there’s more pain in love, if you want proof of the infinite, just watch your children suffer”.

The truth is, we are dying.



Whether we like it or not, but I think the truth of the matter is that we do.



If we didn’t like it so much, we wouldn’t dwell on it so much.

You're nothing new, I swear.
You're nothing different.
You're just another one of them, fine with your fingertips digging into my shoulder blades when you're making me gasp, but so much less in the light.
I can't make a monument out of a good ****. That's nothing monumental.

How much easier it is to let it slide, to ignore the signs, to push the truth away. How much harder it is to watch the color leave someone’s face as they fade.

I’m reminded of what great value there is in breaking hearts—what great value there is in momentarily destroying someone else.

the calendar's a palindrome: in a glitching cul de sac of lost culture: tide laps against the rim: thought coursing repeatedly and wearing down the ridge: the little plastic
castle is a surprise every time

“Do I really wanna live a life like this?

Maybe buy a little house?
Maybe have a few kids?

So I can learn what to be loved unconditionally is?

Is that selfish?”

I’m not so sick.
And I don’t really want to feel good when it comes back around.
It’s not much fun when I 180.
I’m so sorry most all of the time.
I miss your time with me.

No amount of people saying they love you
Will make up for you not loving yourself

Which you can do
At any time,
You know you can choose to love yourself temporarily or even forever?

If you want to
But you don’t

So you won’t.

“Anyway, you say you're too busy saving everybody else

to save yourself

And you don't want no help, oh well
That's the story to tell”