here i go again i’m pretending that i’m okay
when honestly i don’t feel that way
don’t ask me i really can’t explain
just know there’s no one but me to blame
all these feelings won’t go away
certainly feels like i’ve been lead astray
in times like these i’d be looking for you to hold
but it’s because of you that i’m so cold

starlight snaps your
cigarette awake. the imperfect
circles of earth’s motion orbit
around your breast. the moon
chimes
from your ears.
north and south run
the rivers of
smeared mascara,

you stop. listen to

the man
playing fiddle with
half-hearted
bar light.

Have you ever felt like a child in the dark?
Where the whispers become thunder and the gods pound in your heart?
There's no sense in trying to quiet the storm
All that can be done is to embrace it with both arms

I feel like a traveller stumbling on a chest
Filled with something familiar but I can't quite place it yet
I found a picture lying in the dirt
As my mind was turned on by the velvet colored shirt

Some time ago, when my hair reached my eyes
I recall a quick visit that seemed to disappear and die
No matter how hard I try to remember
I can't come up with reasons I gave up that cold September

Now, as time's gone by, and things have changed
Like the inflections of my voice and memories estranged
I hear a voice from many Septembers ago
Like a harmony so rich that I can't wait to know

I have learned that
when the wind is blowing
the river is disturbed
when the darkness is coming
no life can grow
and I have learned it the hard way

I have learned that
when the sky is calm
so is the river
when the light crawls upon
any life can rise along
and I have learned it the long way

What comes has to go
What goes has to come
back