You know, I’ve always liked you…
Wanted to see you through and through
There’s something beautiful about me and you
There’s always been meaning
To what you have to say.

There’s not a long long time for me to show my face
You’ve been so helpful in showing me such grace
Nothing in this world compares to you and me
We’re prob’ly soul mates,
But in the wrong time and place.

Hours and hours I’d lie betwixt your arms
Wrapped all around you like we’d last till the end
I know it’s crazy to pretend that I could just be free
Free from all the pressure. Free to love you most
In my next life I’d like to have you

Yes, if only for a day.
This time we’ll both wait.
It could be us two together.
We’ll live it out
Open, in love, and free.

Yes, please next time…
Just you and me.

There can be no millionth chance.
We’re not meant to be.


Forgiveness happened long ago,
But I believe that maybe,


We have too much past
To have a present

Unlike fossil fuels
I won't run my life on things
That are so long dead.

What makes a home?
What does it look like?
Tell me.



Is home the feeling when
~A cat purrs in your lap?
~Your mom squeezes you tight?
~There’s nowhere else you’d rather be?



Is home where you
~Rest your head to sleep?
~Cook and share means?
~Surround yourself with your favorite things?



Is a home where
~You run to?
~Love surrounds you?
~Selfishness has no place?



Is home a place of
~Comfort?
~Escape?
~Peace?



Tell me,
What does it look like?
What makes a home?

Laugh and pretend that you’re crying inside.

Play it off like it naturally died.

Pretend all you want, but we know it’s lies.

If you cared, you wouldn’t run away to hide.



Pretend you’re bound up in briars

As if you’re world is nothing but fire.

The more you say, the less good will transpire

For we all know you’re just a bad liar.