She is like the orange
tree that fades into the mist
when it goes away I got no
doubts her leaves will remain
the same, next time around.  
Forgetting the sound of her name
is hearing the mime comment because
he knows that's the only way
she can know the sound of my heart
when I lay down beside her.

She is like the orange
tree that fades into the mist.
when it goes away I got no
doubt her leaves will change when
I'm the only earth she can root
too in the winter time and her
fruit only quenches my
desert thirst for her sudden
reemergence in the spring.

Look at me rhyme
behind time, running only
on tomorrow's line even
if it makes mother cry but
I know she won't die because
of spies on the clocks inside.
There ain't no drive too far
to ride, even if there are
a million mile signs, I'd
still go with you to dine while
the dress you wear is fine
and you give me shivers up
my spine, is enough for me
to be happy if I'd die.

Even if recovery seems upside
Down and coming down becomes an
Upright high flying kite because
There is no time for relapse
When you're sent to the passed.
It's not a total loss when your
Socks's outs are in and the ins are out
But when you're left with your insides
Out and all the outside in, there
Ain't any kind of win.

I lost my lines, I took in stride
I always cried when i lied, luckily i didn't
die and serve time.

I lost my words, let loose like birds
If what I heard isn't absurd then
maybe it shouldn't occur.

I could only shovel, I grew stubble
You tried to trap me in a double bubble
and I popped it. You're left with only rubble.

I adjusted before I rusted
earn trust and not lust and you'll
be free from the bust in the dust

You sure ain't got nothing when
you're in love with every lady
you meet while there's leaves between
your toes that are spread around
the street.

The boy wrangles in anger
but mostly just helplessly
until the snow fall crystallizes
the earth and makes all wind
northern blown.

Sisters scratch and hiss over
dresses stitched in 1666 while
hiding in a black lit room, texting
and making sure their attacks only
make others' dooms

I tinkered around
and had all the pipe lines
before i climbed three
stories on a 32 foot ladder
made of glass
to the top of the spinning
glowing neon lights
where marriage was based on
the feeling in hearts instead
of anatomic positioning
when the primer didn't set right
and water destroyed my counter tops