Everything that once lied to me in my thoughts,
So brought me down to my knees.
To my back I lay.
Defying the stars.
So everything that I know do lie so still.

He sparks a fire
That burns through time,
That burns through fear,
He
Sparks a fire that burns through the stars.
Sometimes I wonder if I will miss their light.

People tire,
So oft mistaken by the idea,
So oft hurt by past, that they
Can't see a future for anyone.
Sometimes I question if I will one day hold the same
Tired eyes.

When the fire heats up,
When the flames flicker,
Sometimes I question where his fuel burns from.
But I'd rather feed from his sky,
Then stay in my own stars.

Was is really that easy
To lose all sense of innocence.
Eyes once so bright
Full like oceans.
Full like oceans.
How easy it was to abandon ship.
How long did you wait for the water to dry up?
No more seas of dreaming in your soul
But puddles of shame in the corners of your mind.
You pretend,
I know you try to see yourself stomping through puddles.
Your boots are not quite tall enough to keep the dirt
From staining your blood.

How do you manage to embrace me
With embers in your eyes
After all those oceans have washed through?
Little wash buckets,
Little white clothes, that just
Couldn't stay clean.
I see stress
Under your eyes
Like bruises,
Seeing the truth just hurts too much.
Little clothes lines in your smile.
I try not to notice you let the laundry sit through the storm
Shirts hang torn.
But you look at me, dry cleaned suits.

I know that perilous game
Of razors
You play.

Trust me when I reach to you, tell
You, I know
What its like to lose.

Sometimes I picture
Your lips.
Not kissing them
Ever so gently.
Not your eyes so perfectly placed
Above them.
Just your lips.
How they curve when you tell me
That I just make you so happy.
How soft they are when you lean in
To tell me you love me.
I try not to think of how those lips
May lie to me.
Or how they will quiver
When you no longer find happiness in me.
Some times I picture your lips,
And how they will feel on her lips
When you tire from mine.

I have cried these eyes empty,
Time and time again, I know
The hurt.
Cold caves on my face, Stone
Wells are my expression.
Wells never deep enough to trap the small girl,
But always hollow enough to have her screams remain
And echo

Throw your coins in and make a wish
Before the water washes out.