Sanity speaks in silver tongue
Tripping is where clarity comes from
Anyway west makes me think of you
But every day I feel the nothingness brew
And I've made friends with my demons, they told me I can be a free man
When you let me inside your legs I let you inside my heart
I saw you in a dream, and you weren't you
Just a wildflower
Unready for bouquet

Your lines of symetry stand a little taller then most as your head gently slams the metal door with underpaid workers cleaning the floor

You sleep so close to me that I can hear your dreams and they unfold inside your sleepy mind

You sleep so far away, I can hear your music play as you drift into a dream about a better life and we only get a little time each day

You've doubled checked the charts, star sign crossed  bleeding hearts
You tell me about your life, and how it was always moving parts, and how sedentary sitting is stifling, but your lips are so inviting, I just can't seem to keep mine away

It doesn't rain on this island as much as it would, somewhere else that I once loved and  I don't think you sing half as much as you should, and I don't think you write half as much as you could if you were somewhere else with me

Scrolling through your old photos, I can't help but crack a smile, and I know that it could be a while, before the world knows what we do when they sleep, and when they work,
I get you all to myself
And you sit on your feet a lot,
Every time we kiss it really hits the spot, secretive even in abandoned parking lots but I wish I had more answers, I know it would be more fitting, but one thing I know is I'm more impressed by it, your senselessness level headed logic
I think heaven for its elasticity to remove you from the big city and let you into my life,
There's new dimensions to your face  this house is becoming my new favorite place

Barefoot made me kiss you, but please I insist of you, this can not stay under wraps for long
And now I may be wrong, but I know that our heads are strong , the truth will set us free, but only if you want to be a part of me
I think you know what I see, everytime I close my eyes and I know I came as a surprise but the best things always are , we soon have business with another man , and ill be ****** if I don't give this my best
shot, our island sun burns so hot, exposing the freckles on your skin
Ill die trying so alert my next of kin
Barefoot made me sin , but like your tree there's 2 sides to every story

There's a fan inside the window, its blades cut my dreams as I sleep like the knives in the kitchen we heat just to try and get high
But we smoke with a torch, oil as dark as earth soil, and cigarettes on the front porch
I left the jungle filled with lions for an island with an owl
The painted clock moves only when it wants too but it's cool because
I hate knowing what time it is unless I have too

I stay awake
I watch everyone's wills break
You say you want a real man
Someone with a plan
You are a freeway with no one on it
An expanse, with no one on it you dream for a little bit
I trap myself for my sister, to please her mean ole mister, you are warm and welcome like a helping hand, lets hope it works out like you planned
I watch the world digitilize in front of my eyes but not all know that real eyes realize real lies

You left me hanging like a ****** shirt on a hanger you stuff in the back of your closet
But easy does it, at least you let me dry myself, you never let me try, to be myself, I saw my self on your closet shelf, I am one of my favorite movies, I fell for the way you moved, free spirit groove with your skin so smooth, I guess you were never really mine to lose
Your deep breathing just led to more misleading thoughts
Baby blues like a tropical cruise to somewhere warmer, now ill just be remembered as someone former, I tried to let the toms river bring us closer, but the current washed you down stream and I wished it had made you scream for a better dream, one where we were together, and you were a mother, and you were where you wanted to be
I am an immigrant now and I all I want to do is flee to somewhere ill be free, from still thinking about you, I know the feeling Isn't mutual, and I see no future for me here, and it brings tears to the eyes of my mother, I hope one day I can just remember you as another woman I loved along the line, good things take time, and great things happen all at once, and I haven't seen you for what seems like months, and I still think about you all the time, longing like this could be considered a crime, but you made me put the lights down low, and you told me about the life you couldn't grow, and I knew it was hard, like a glass shard, stuck into your side
I don't know where to go now,
Guess I can skip town, let my self spiral down, ill never know what you've been through, this is true
And ill listen to everything that makes your soul turn blue, but I'm starting to get sick of writing so many songs about you