The thin man grasps at straws to fill up his own holes
while the old man sleeps to dream, of days he used to know
the straw man wants himself back, from one who's known the void
the small man wants only credit for the things that he's destroyed

If by way of water I could see you where you sit
I'd take hold of the oars and commandeer a ship
if upon the open air I could hear the tears you cry
I'd leave the earth behind just to seek you in the sky
if beneath the mantle, your love had gone and died
I'd dare to delve the center and open you up wide

I see the way you look at me.
Its like you're chipping away
the air around me.
Finding all the things Im not.
I dont want to be chiseled down...
reduced
I want to keep adding to who I am.
If you want to understand me,
you should keep adding too.

I feel myself slip and it's agonizing like cancer
I've lost you in slow motion
held too tight a grip and you're put off by the notion
that we share in the fault or reap all the seeds and start clean
for the days where we flourished go unwanted or unseen
still I feel the words you think in the softness of your breath
they catch in my throat at night when you sleep I dont find rest
but play my guitar for a girl who likes all the sounds
though time unkind sees us both displaced yet still around
I serenade only laments 'cause I'm weak in my stance
and I've spent all but a bit of myself just for a chance
to see your flaws as openly as you would have me see my own
enough bloods been let, yet the daggers in your eyes cut to the bone