Standing,
Still,
Beneath that tree.
Your eyes meet mine
And I begin to see,
For the first time,
That this won't work.
Your eyes meet mine,
And you crush my dreams
Without a word.
History begins,
Our future ends,
When your eyes meet mine.
“I'm sorry” written on your face,
Sadness on mine,
I leave you standing beneath that tree
As our eyes meet
For the last time

You get your inspiration
Taking inhalations,
I get mine from observations.
High on life,
Never chasing
What's not meant to be
Or memories
Or people that I never see.
Appreciate the little things
And live the life you're meant to lead.
I may be messed up in the head,
But instead,
I mean I guess I good be dead.
Tossing lead,
At my enemies, my critics,
Enough with the gimmicks.
I don't need to pull a knife,
I'm better off high on life.

The bigger their hearts,
The harder they fall
In love.
The harder they fall,
The grander they shatter
When nobody is there to catch them.
The grander they shatter,
The longer it takes
To pick up the pieces.
The longer it takes,
The harder they try
To make their hearts small.
The harder they try,
The more they withdraw
Into their shells of stone.
The more they withdraw,
The harder it becomes
To get them to open up.
The harder it becomes,
The harder you try
To bring them around.
The harder you try,
The bigger their hearts,
And it begins again,
With you.

It's amazing how your words can cut so deep
Like razor blades hurled across a room.
It's terrifying to see you look at me
With eyes full of hatred and disgust.
It's sad to see you turn your back
And leave all our memories behind.
It's not fair to leave me here,
Baffled, battered, broken.

But I'm alright.

Falling in love is nice at first,
Warm and inviting,
Pulling you in by your tie through the open door.
Then you get comfortable,
Lying in bed
With her by your side and her head on your chest.
But then some time passes
And feelings fade
Until you become numb to all emotion.
Then you're left with nothing,
Just hot, searing pain
And a heart as numb as the arm she slept on.
So you relieve the pressure
And back away
Until the feeling returns again.
And you start all over, falling into the same hole.
Until you wake up one morning,
Still numb from love.

Would you even notice?

If you woke up, and I wasn't there, what would you think?
Would you worry?
Would you think it was you?
Would you think it a dream?
Would you even notice?

Would you know I got scared?
Would you know it's not you?
Would you know you're my dream?
Would you even notice?

Don't worry.
It will never be you.
You're the girl of my dreams.
Don't even take notice.

I drop hints like bread crumbs, hoping they'll lead you straight to me.
But they're blown away by vultures, searching for another body.

Again I see you slipping, falling, falling back into his arms.
Again I try to keep you grounded, standing tall against his charm.

My little bird, come back to me.