Don't open your eyes to the blinding tip of that sunrise;
Your pupils are still far too dilated and still so drunken by the darkness that is the night

Don't take a whiff of that morning breeze;
Your sinuses will surely get clogged by the lies pollinating amidst the morning fog

The pretences of your so-called destiny serve only as an agent of blindness through which the ancient scribes of your true being have been twisted and forged into a sad stew of highs unreachable, lows and unthinkable and pains unspeakable.
All you can do is raise your glass and rush to wash it all down with a taste of the hollow hate that remains in its place.

It is a beautiful day nonetheless; so take a seat at the table where the wildness of dreams and endlessness of possibilities have all come through to eat.
But this is what I have to say to you:

Don't fall in love, child of the night;
Love won't set you free!

Lover of stars that illuminate even the deepest most eternal pits of your own being,
Don't fall in love;
Love won't set you free!

You already are all you need and all you'll ever need to be, so this is a warning I'm begging you to heed:
Don't fall in love;
Love won't set you free!

Where many might seek understanding,
some - however far or few - crave also
to be understood

If only you knew the heights to which I would let myself float.
Each time the thought of you crossed my mind, it quickly became a recurring daydream;
Supplying me with my fix of euphoric, fantastic escape from this otherwise insipid conscious loop.

You wouldn't blame me if you knew how I would reach those very heights before I had you;
The fierce clambering on my ice cold wings made of stone and lead,
and the almost instant plummet that always followed
clamoring on and inside my head.

Yet somehow you'd managed to get me up there all on your own;
almost as though your breath pumped novacaine into my every cell, while your smile melted down gravity's grip on each and every one of my bones.

... and there I go again, claiming you as my own.
I suppose I always did let you make me feel so much less alone.

If only you knew my excitement each time your name would flash up on my phone;
Now it just hurts.
Even more so because I know how and why,
and God knows the mere thought of you still gets me so high.

But... what if you knew?
It would be mighty presumptuous of me to even consider that you'd think of me as I do you.
Truth is, I really never let myself slip
as you can see how ridiculously hard I always seem to take that plunge.

So you see,
Since it seems I am fated to crash and burn either way,
still
I'd rather fall where I know I might find you

someday....