I've caught myself standing in the rain with paper dreams of you.
I try to sprint through puddles, but I'm in concrete shoes.
Burdened by the sun, she hides her shame of me.
Clouds cover her warmth, she hides her shame of me.
Droplets resemble needles to the tender heart.
Thunder rumbles along with that blackened spark.
Cleanse my soul and set me free.
The sun, she hides her shame of me.

Everything was placed perfectly
Stars were lined just right
But something in your body
Put up such a fight
I could feel your soul
Merging into mine
But then I'd feel a knife
Cut me down to size
If you needed passion
I could've played that game
If you wanted love
I even would've stayed
You taste like sound
And you move like air
Probably why you couldn't care
My fire burned like several suns
But you just want to play and have fun
I don't know what I've done right here
I'm afraid I'm everything that you fear
Signs of compassion in your eyes
Right behind those starry nights
Find some time to think of me
But try to find the honesty
I want you not for your being
I want you for your everything

I'm always hiding under water
Silly as it seems
I'm hiding under water
To try and keep me clean
Hiding behind molecules
That couldn't hide a thing
Shameful of emotion
It washes me like spring
As calmed as a babe
That's its affect on me
To lay and have my sin washed off
(At least metaphorically.)

At some point
The flaws of reality bored me
So I turned to the mousehole just to my right
When I looked inside I saw what one would expect
A mouse in its hole living its existence
It has no plan for when it leaves
What responsibility does a mouse have?
What bills must you pay?
Whose heart do you break?
How significant are you?
I stared and stared and stared
As the mouse moved from left to right to left again
He wasn't anything like the cartoons
Just another flawed bit of reality in a house never called home
Stepping away
I sit in the chair angled towards his home
Cleverly sitting Indian style
There I sat for an hour, waiting for change
If everything else in this world is so unique
What be of this mouse and his hole?
Emerging its head to look about
Slowly his body pulled from the wall
Suddenly he sat in front the doorway of his home
Protective and honest was he
How silly I was to judge a mouse
When really it had been judging me

Allow my love
to wrap
your bones
Like skin
or perhaps
a tacky
Christmas sweater