turn my lungs into ashes
to steal the attention from the burns on my heart
every night my heart stumbles and crashes
its been too long for me to still be falling apart

far too long has it taken me to realize your gone
far too gone, i can’t recall your voice its been that ******* long
every day you play in the back of my mind like a sad sad song
things took a turn for the worst, somewhere in the mess i went so so wrong

candle left burning in the back of my mind
i ****** up, i was supposed to leave you behind
fire spreading, mind an agonizing blaze
its the thoughts you can’t shake, running from you for days

whiskey muffled whispers on nights you don’t sleep
all you are is starring straight through me
with electric i want to ******* eyes
gin and tonic lips pressed against mine

soulless hands running over
desolate skin
seeming such sincerity
baby, just let me in

all i want to know is who stole the light from your eyes
fake lovers lust leaks into red morning skies
i’m going to steal all your darkness, i want to make you alright
you’ll never be mine, but my heart is yours for the night

if our forever only lasts us until 6 a.m’s light, i’ll take it
but just know, i’d let you take my heart any day
and break it

he was static electricity, room illuminated when he was near
welcoming coffee eyes, his laughter was all i could hear
warm fingers trace my veins, he made me want to be better
home was in his arms, please, lets just lay here forever

he had a mind like the oceans, mine still so small
he was the world, i was nothing at all
he outgrew me like a favorite pair of shoes
he had ships left to sale, but to me he was all i knew

don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

something about that town
all the kids dropped like flies
year after year
here
you don't come across beautiful people
with
whole hearts
genuine smile
because
scars on the road where john flipped his bike
mark the one mile
from the house where tragedy struck
his kids on the head, a little too hard one night
and we don't swim in august anymore,
memorial sign hanging
almost like all of our heads that sunday a few days after
coming ‘round the corner just like john,
a little too fast
heartbreak is due
shaking hands, we clamored amongst the kids we grew up with
weeks after
only to be tipping the bottle back
a little too far
pushing the gas petal down
a little too hard
after five years,
falling falling falling
the kids stopped caring if God was knocking at the door
because opening that mortal door between the great beyond and earth is a
handshake
and
a kiss on the cheek
from your best friend
whispering welcome home