there's a kind of calm that happens
before you say okay
a calmness that allows me
to carry on this way
and carry on i will
it's all want to do
i love the way you tolerate
the things i share with you

and therin lies a small reward
that fills me to the brim
to be a part of what you see
to go out on a limb
and carry you i will
it's all i'll ever do
i love the way you celebrate
the wings i share with you

it's not alive
it isn't scared
it wasn't what
you thought it was

it isn't right
it can't be wrong
it keeps you up
it makes you strong

it makes you rich
it makes you cry
it mends the stitch
it plays along

it grinds it's teeth
it doesn't care
it hides beneath
it tends to glare

it stays in tune
it keeps in time
it guards the moon
it's in its prime

it knows no end
it has no start
it's arms subtend
your shallow heart

it disappears
it bears the scars
it isn't what
you thought it was

yes i didn't mean it
yes i didn't mind
yes you get to keep it
yes, it was a find

yes i want the best for us
yes i think we're there
yes i am leviticus
yes, i'm going to dare

nothing seems so far away
nothing is what i feel
nothing bleeds and starts to fray
nothing, it will heal

yes i think i need some sleep
yes you beat me to it
yes i'm feeling pretty cheap
yes, you got me through it

nothing stabs a price to that
nothing i'll accept
nothing trades in *** for tat
nothing, except

yes

dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.

i really don't know what it is i need to unsay.

i really hope it doesn't hurt our lives in any way.

i really wish that freedom was equally applied.

i really want to change the past
and redirect the future
and not be blamed
or pushed into a corner
or made to feel
like i'm a waste of time
or that i fit some crime

i really want to know the difference between allowed and okay.

i really wish that everything else would go away.

god knows i've tried.

it's stupidly unfair to think
that mine's a saturated shade of pink
while yours takes on a different hue
that oscillates from green to blue

i try to sucker up each day
prepare for whatever it throws my way
it helps me calculate the cost
of the ground you thought i lost

it's got this sentimental worth
like this, and everything i've kept since birth
i'd rather not waste any more time
i hope to be your paradigm

and then we'll paint a sunset scene
the sun, the sea, and everything in between
the trouble that i put you through
the beauty that i see in you

it doesn't need to make a sound
it's everything and nothing
the groupies might still hang around
if it affords you something

in everything it sees no end
it smothers like a virus
it makes it easy to pretend
that no-one's going to find us

in nothing it's a sea of space
it's never been before
it makes no effort to replace
the pain that you once saw

and inbetween
the clouds beneath
it takes it's charge
and grits it's teeth
it knows no time
it lies awake
and stares


it doesn't want to hang around
it's more than you'd imagine
it doesn't want to make a sound
just gives things room to happen

if nothing else it's like a sail
that moves against the water
it doesn't have the means to fail
but cowers in the corner

yet everything's a state of mind
it could change like the weather
it never meant to be unkind
it never will forget her

and in amongst
the stars above
it holds it's light
like lawyers might
and makes it's mark
because in the dark
there's silence