I guess it makes sense that I would write about you today
Oil in my palm
Raindrops of sweat
Lightbulbs turn into ideas
Butter is for body  
As you are for me

This addiction has carried over the brink
Please say different words than the ones you are saying
My drums have lost beat
and my soul be hollow
Protecting my peace got dangerous
Resting my feet
There is no real logic for why we are broken this way
I heard thunder outside but it was just the garbage truck
Coming by to sweep up the yesterdays for God to cash them in as karma
I am drinking beer out of a McDonalds cup at 6:22am
I was 14 when I gave him my parts
He was 21 when he gave them to her

Shaking this parrot off my shoulders
The wind thin enough to slice
My grandpa hides his whisky in the bread box
The egg shells behind his eyelids are proof that life cooked his insides
They are out

Make way for the Heavens are coming back one day
I saved an extra spot on the school bus for you
Strip me of my skin to find the pieces you actually want
They exist somewhere under all the sorrow in my marrow
I will thank midnight for your feet come morning
How monumentally beautiful it is for you to be fond of my smile
Mustering up just enough courage to mention my hair
This  feels like yesterday, almost as if me and God had been here already
Each time the smoke kisses your lips I recognize something new about you
I'm not sure if it's the music or the smell of you next to me but it's rather sensational