Memories hang like shadows in the bed we shared
one Tuesday night when we both seemed to care.
I'm not in the mood to hear your voice
because each day is a reminder I made my choice
when someone utters your name or asks me why
And I muster half a smile, force a giggle
And shrug without reply.
You're easy to love because your words seem to rhyme
and match perfectly with the pattern of mine
I'm indecisive and don't play fair but
I threw rocks at the ocean today
and wished you were there.

The moon is full,
I know you love that
along with the way your toes feel in the ocean
as the waves pull you toward the sea.
You say that's where you belong
but the salt can never quite permeate enough
for you to evaporate
so instead,
you wade.
If I could wish for the world
all I would ask
is that the craters of the moon share with you
a home in the sky
and the ocean swallow you whole
and carry your soul
from roaring tides.

So I want to hear why,
The devil is a bad guy,
Doesn't he punish evil-doers?
But I don't want to hear
That he's the good guy.
He's an Ordinary guy,
A guy with bad and, well,
Good qualities

Defined by image is a man
With red hands
Also defined by image is a man
With invisible yet almighty hands

Defined by truth is an Ordinary guy

Guzzling water to cure the dry mouth,
I hold my tongue to remind myself not to admit
I love you as a terrorist loves a gun,
But you're even more lethal.
And I can't seem to remember who told me the truth
Because the room was too dark to decipher the words
Like I love you.
Did you mean what you said
Last November
About next February
And still being together?
Blood is thicker then wine but every thanksgiving
I drink instead
Just in case you show up
Like you did beneath the last full moon.
I really can't say I understand you
And I know I never will
But I don't know why I always seem to fall
For the most complicated,
With minds as twisted
As mine is fragile
But for a minute there on the docks
The moon caught your sillhoette
And I swear to God I saw a tear
Trickle slowly from you cheek.
Your hands were cold
Pressed against my heart
But no amount of love can warm them
Or make blood flow where there is drought.