Tossing and turning
Spinning and yearning
Flowing and fusing
Loving and leaving

Does this feel?
Does that hurt?
Does it flow?
Is it dirt?

We're following along like lost little sheep
We don't stop and think
We're so obsessed with being different
We end up all the same

Spending a lifetime playing follow the leader
Calling the ones who branch off a cheater

Like small children on the playground
Playing games with useless rules
"Tag your dead!"
Is all I hear
All I feel
All I see

But I try to change it
To feel it
To steal my own way along the road

I'll take the long way if I can make it my own
I'll see you at the end with a smile on my face
While you wash the blood off of yours

Even if its harder or wrong
At least I can always say I did it on my own...

we were drunk on ignorance
underneath our own little
section of sky

"no one  else will see
this very cloud from
this very angle ever!"

we were stuck in the corner
of the junk drawer
like a button in a bottle
or a spent shell
from a memorial day's cry

vanilla and cinnamon
caressed the flannel wallpaper
as a wagon wheel
lit the room

i kicked the wall
and hid in the bathroom
until i drowned
in a puddle of my youth

now i wonder
about the things
left beneath the
back porch

and if the grass
still grows thicker
above the dried well

Teasing each other
Tangible outbursts
Curling wrists
Open up the medicine cabinet
Under water
Distilled happiness
Living together
Is harder than it used to be