Teeth clatter against the cold
We stole all the fire we could ever own
If you’re apprehensive
Please know that I feel you in my bones
If you’re ready to begin trying
We’ll soon be warm enough to fly
This listening is abundant
As a river flowing home
Back on its own trajectory
We shake like melancholy and grapes
Hanging from vines of redolent wisdom
Vineyards define our vision
Like snowy hillsides in autumn
We are those blue skies left to dry
On the tired old clotheslines
Of our most intimate images

I am so often offended
By the brokenness of men
So let's resume the music
Clueless of the evidence
Of our improbable evolution
Mention my name to the same old songs
We are stronger now than we were then
Are we to blame for the way we came here
Standing on our innocence
Lest we defy the painter’s faith
The same old shapes are whispering again
That I am the sound that never gets found
And how can we be proud of our too loud relatives
Whenever jilted lovers become our mothers
In their pain and their nakedness
We forget ourselves completely

A lot of water on Earth never gets cold enough to freeze
We are lightning’s dreams divided into thirty beings
The Gods created an immediate opening inside your head
But who can decide why we are afraid to fly
When magic is alive and trying to escape from it's cage
We are in denial of the rage we have yet to face
So you break free of icy bars that keep you chained to your nemeses
We need sunlight and kindness like a child needs it's mother
You were found lying down upon the daisies
Making our love seem as fresh as all these raindrops
Whatever kindness you can imagine
Someone may try to explain away the beauty of it, eventually
But right now I need life to refrain from tantalizing me too frequently
So open my mind for you are already a part of the divine collective
That reminds me to breathe whenever I can't see what's happening in front of me
Or the sparkle of that infinite sky within me
Its true that your lips speak the tenderest of music
But still I choose to remain appreciative of this confusion

Life is a short story.

Lips speak tender music
We choose to remain
Appreciative of our confusion
Many reprimanded children
Cry for those who misuse them

Manic hands that hold you only in the morning
Soaring above the bed we pretended
That we could fly on the edges of our feet
So we led our lives with crazy abandonment
As if hope was an old friend that would pretend
Not to know the meaning of these endings
But you are better off than me at a million different things
But still I think the way you said, goodbye
Was just a little too insensitive

Do you think it's a mistake if i stay here all alone
With you tonight and we end up naked in your bed
Can we pretend like we never asked for this to happen
Some people think that you and I were meant to be
But I think it's all just a story in need of a brand new ending
Maybe if we were to fall asleep at the wheel of all our feelings
We would wake up tomorrow in the ER in need of some recovery