You are the most completely, utterly, positively heartbreaking thing I have ever felt.

Days some endless
Go on towards that infinity
Approach happiness love
Joy
Become circled memories
In a love letter
Or a poem read  years forever
After alone

Sing with me
Whether we’re laying in the bed of a hotel room, half past three
Or sitting in a car, well past dark
Listen to our hearts and recite our lovely parts
Hum along to our sacred song as we watch the sun set over the endless horizon
And I’ll beg that you sleepily sing again with me as we watch it rise in the morning
I’ll kiss your sweet lips before the cup of coffee does
And our departing hug will be magic and snug as we say our goodbyes before the morning dew
I’ll hear you whistle along to our tune and I know when you come home you won’t have to sing alone
We are better together- a duet cannot work unless both parts are heard
Sing with me till the sands of time run out
Cast away the doubt that our love won’t sprout wings and take us to distant lands where we may forever walk together, hand in hand

I just want to sit here in the dark
and not think about flying
or anything, for that matter

Was this stretched tight enough
Or should I keep screeching on

I’m bloodied from the hands down,
A ****** form of a man that’s seen the dawn

Nothing shapes the comets around the stars like he did.
They can’t name it, what is this problem

He has

No way of letting anything out again
Only objective lies and
The forever crooked spine that takes
A smack in the face from this saying
“I’m above, I’m above...”

No cares

Left in the world -
Is a burnt star stuck on the right side
Leaning, lying, letting, the likes of this
get in your way

Or ours if,
in that one chance in hell
the star would let us through

I know,
It’s a shame that we’ve only just begun
to scratch the surface of the skin enough to see
What’s underneath the filth
Let us breath

Underneath
No need
What a place to be

Now

Now

What a place to be
No need
Underneath

Let us breath
What’s underneath the filth
It’s a shame that we’ve only just begun
to scratch the surface of the skin enough to see, I know

the star would let us through
in that one chance in hell
Or ours if,

I was leaning, lying or letting the likes of this
get in your way,
Is a burnt star stuck on the right side
The only thing left in the world

No cares

“I’m above, I’m above...”
A smack in the face from this saying
The forever crooked spine that takes
Only objective lies and
No way of letting anything out again

What he has

They can’t name it, what is this problem
Nothing shapes the comets around the stars like he did.

A ****** form of a man that’s seen the dawn
I’m bloodied from the hands down

Should I keep screeching on
Or was this stretched tight enough

I just want to sit here in the dark
and not think about flying
or anything, for that matter...

She tells me to take things more seriously
or else no one will take me seriously.
I say, seriously?
An intervention?
She says no, no, nothing like that,
sitting in front of a banner bearing the words
INTERVENTION!!! with three
gaudy exclamations points, just like that.

god, how haven't you learned yet
to fix all your problems?
you forklift your issues, and in addition, you put on a front!
yes, all right, all right, but we’ve all got our goblins.
Not to mention your addictions - furthermore, your predelictions towards -
yes, all RIGHT, i know you’re right, but frankly, you’re a *****.
the banner flutters
to the floor.

if you are afraid of boats
and afraid of swimming,
afraid of fighting a shark and
afraid of winning,
grow up.