Freda and Fred were laying in bed
Freda turned over and said;
"Fred, you have to be a better man"
"Fred are you listening?"
"do you understand?"

Fred said nothing, he just laid there
Freda said "Fred? don't you care?"
she just rambled and rambled on
she said "tomorrow, you'll find me gone"
"I won't be here when you awake"
"marrying you was a big mistake"
"look at me when I talk to you Fred!"
she turned Fred over, but Fred was dead

I want to take a new route
away from the one way street
I want to find that place
where two hearts can meet

I want to run through the grass
I want to swim in the creek
I want to fly so high
then fall into love so deep

sometimes
the script is already written.
sometimes it's ad lib.

how many times do I have to say
I miss you until it becomes poetry

how many since it mattered

how do I tell you I haven't let
anyone touch me since you
because as long as your hands
remain the last
you still exist here somehow
how do I tell you that doesn't even
begin to describe it
how do I tell you all the places you
touched me still sing
like a phantom limb

how many days did it take
for your mother to ask about me
if I'm ever coming back again
what happened to me
what happened to us
what did you tell her
and how bad did it hurt to say aloud

how do I tell you even the simplest
things are crippling without you
how breathing is wasteful
when there's no other lips to taste it
how badly my body has pined for
yours again

how cruel must you have been
to make me want like a child
to lead me senseless
to the brink of everything
I ever wanted
to lead me giggling and trembling
touching your face
and to leave me here alone
without a warning
heaven was not heaven when I
entered it alone
all this love I have to give
is shot to hell if I can't give it to you

so how many times
do I have to say I miss you
until it becomes poetry?
because I'll do it
I'll do it and do it until it matters
to you

I'm in my backyard
spinning wildly
around and around and around
shouting lyrics out to the sky.

I am free again
the grass pressed against my back
every flower grows above me
and I am alright with growing smaller
shrinking myself into the leaves
and I am flying.

I'm in my backyard
spinning wildly
shouting lyrics to our song
and I'm starting to stumble over the words
and my own feet
but at least I'm beginning to forget who you were
and I feel alright.

You feel
the need
to fill
the need
to feel.

You can tell a lot about a person from the way they leave.