Her hand was on her heart
My fingers curved on hers
My mind was not relentless
Her hesitation well deserved
The strings and stones that cut her
She’s a girl that knows a ruse
My heart has been so broken
I hardly sought the glue
I give because that’s all I can do
We must give to receive
I disregard the ledge because we must leap to believe
I trust she must be for me
Her hand lay on my chest
I see her like she’s naked
With my hand upon her breast

We see what we want to but what exactly must we see?
When we fill our voids with people that fill their voids with being seen
She tempts the gem within me
She’s fought for what she’s gained
A man is not the answer so consider me a train
I ride my tracks through midnight
Never stopping in the rain
It’s why I am the man I am
I feel she’s done the same
I do not want to be boxed in
I want to feel her like a fist
Her eyes, they tell me loudly
There’s a Ruby in the midst

My thoughts fly to rise
I push my eyes to blind
Even when I close them
I see you in my mind

I wrestle with my logic
The bar is set for fools
Mistaking beauty–for you
The bar has been removed

I wonder what you wonder
I wonder how you stare
I wonder why I wander into tables that are bare

I wreak of incompletion
My goal was in your eyes
I wonder if I hurt you more than pushing eyes can blind

The world is ever turning
The oceans fall and rise
Maybe it's the land that moves–the ocean cannot decide

I wrote a song about you
The first I've ever done
I've been playing seventeen years
You'll never hear it sung
If I have to breathe the lyrics
I'll set fire to my tongue
I never talk about myself
because then you could not run

I'm a lie behind a fountain
The sun is to the moon
I hate the outer space
I lay inside—entombed

The granite cast of actors
Their eyes are made of gold
I'll take their scripts and hearts and souls
and sell them for more gold
Your smile led me in circles
You sought for what you sold
It was simply circulation
Your hands were awfully cold

Take it while it's cold
It still won't splatter
Drink it on the stove
It still won't matter
Seal it's lips to kiss
It still won't chatter
Raze it's crops to dust
It still won't gather
Strip it from its lenses
It still won't stare
Rip it from the moonlight
It still won't glare
Take it like a pill
It won't be taken lightly
It's in my heart—in yours
It will never grasp you tightly
It's never holding still

You simply can't deceive it
It just misunderstands
What's wrong with you, is wrong with me
You lack the essence of a friend
Things grow from roots that split
The strand means to an end
I don't like to say favorite
It has a way of changing plans

I'll look down at you
"Your hair—it still looks nice"
You'll look down at me
I won't be looking twice