Do my ramblings in the form of poems sound like a mad man with fantasy's of love?
I've been saying your name in my sleep
I've been told by People I won't remember next week
I didn't even catch there name

I watch your razor blade float across the water
With the scissors resting on the faucet
But the only thing that cuts deep
Are the thoughts in my head that never leave
I lay dorment til the water gets cold, sometimes fall asleep because I normally don't
Some of my best works have been scribbled down on wet sheets
I used to try wash everything away
Wishing it went down the drain like water
But now all I need is a pen and a few sheets
And I'll feel cleansed again

I've got your name of a calendar full of vacant days
I swear to god they say it should get easier
Everytime the distance pulls you away
But I still get a persistent pain
Everytime the train leaves the station
And you're on your way to that place you call home
We fall asleep Evey night on the phone
But we wake alone
Hoping we can hold this relationship together
Tested by distance

Find somebody with the same gravitational pull
Because you're my world
And I want to get lost revolving around you

You're always growing and getting strong
But you need to let it out if something's going wrong
Don't be rooted down by problems

Peace isn't all its cracked up to be
Maybe we're peaceful and that's why nothings getting done
Just a pile of cards in order
Ready to be played
Terror is fed from the hand it was delt
And the dealer made a choice for  all of us
Maybe he was counting cards

When apart we feel like lost souls floating aimlessly with parts of ourselves missing
But together we know the parts we acquire don't fit each others puzzle
And it's for the best