Tiled white floor.
Off-white walls.
Lights are half off,
So is my brain.

Broken shadows in the bathroom mirror.
Remember back when I was young and didn't know and didn't care?

Another explanation that doesn't quite make sense.
Another accusation, to consume my confidence.
Another way for you to tell me to just go away.
Another sigh,
Another cry,
Another normal day.

He has a girlfriend.
I don't know if I should laugh or cry...

No silver lining to this cloud
gray, even more so damp.
Pouring down on my soul as I just lay
I lay here and cry as the rain hides my pain.
Getting sick is no concern, but my heart aches and cramps.

I long for her eyes, so bright and aware of my innermost secrets.
Now I sit, for her return to my arms wide open.
One more bottle to open, she will arrive.
To wipe these tears from my eyes.
Those beautiful lips and beaming smile, it drives me wild.

From above I hear our song, and I sing along.
She is no where near me, rather so very far away.
Hiding away, waiting for me to join her, maybe I will someday.
Six feet beneath the dirt she sleeps in silence.
I feel her here, next to me. My darling, my sweet, my wife May.

while you're reaching for the top floor,
I'm reaching for the stars;

you're pacing your dorm room.
I'm pacing the streets;
you're studying the books,
I, my budget sheets.

you're going to college
to get a degree,
gonna work so hard
but never get free.

you're going somewhere
and think I'm just staying right here...
but I'm moving on now
I'm moving off now,
and my goal's quite clear.

you're pacing your apartment,
and I'm pacing mine;
you from room to room,
I'm circle a dime.

you're going to work,
getting paid on salary,
working so hard,
never thinking of me.

you're going somewhere
and think I'm just staying right here...
but I'm moving on now
I'm moving off now,
and my goal's quite clear.

you're pacing the church,
I'm pacing the printer's
you're veiled all in white
I'm covered in ink and splinters.

you're going to be married,
buying a house and a home,
you're in love with that man,
yet you feel all alone.

you've stopped moving forward,
and think I'm just staying right there...
but I'm moving on now,
I'm moving off now,
and my goal's growing nearer.

you're pacing the hospital,
I'm pacing the streets;
you're waiting for someone,
who you can't wait to meet.

I'm striding down somewhere,
my name's finally been called.
I'm moving to elsewhere,
where I'll fly, not fall.

you've stopped moving forward,
someone else is moving for you.
I've caught the stars now,
I'm among stars now,
my work finally due.

you're pacing the gallery,
the hallway, the store...
you're wondering if he remembers
you anymore.

Deadly pestilence came to distinguished Florence.
Spread east to west, roamed sickness without human cure.
Divine and human authority disappeared,
God’s wrath prohibited remedy and good health.

Families emptied, gentlemen fell to corpses.
Evil free to **** men indiscriminately,
Ignorant doctor’s advice left medicine like
filth. Day or night decomposing fortune is death.

Sick set aflame in neglecting infinite fire.
Disease black with misery, wicked affliction
with livid spots. Medicine removed anything.
Contact to dead or sick doomed a person sad death.

Every part always died. Abandoned all the laws
rightful behavior a fallen plight. Faithful shame.
Plague is a noble executor’s careless deeds.
A woman with no necessity of required

morals communicated upon death. Healthy,
beautiful, and attractive multitude consumed.
Avoid no very past pestilence in the fields.
The sick had made servants of the required dwellers.

When you have just one life to get it all right
would you give it all up in just one night?
The effort, the fighting, the kicking, the biting
illuminating the truth with the most brilliant lighting.
To claim such strong love yet throw such big stones
seem truly a trick and a dead soul's lost moan.
My window has shattered, my heartbeat has stopped.
The blood in my veins and temperature just dropped.
Around me is glass and rusty-grey stones
with a rotten dead pain that roots from the bones.
My life line depleting is a deep red relief,
with a silent mind violent, with a broken belief.
Apologetic to apathetic in no time at all -
wrenching and wounding; the greatest of all falls.

And even though I have no chance with him at all,
Whenever our eyes meet,
The butterflies in my stomach take flight.