Remember how you cried
when I left.
Remember the pain you felt
inside your chest.
Take me back to that place,
make it feel like the first day.
Take me back to that time,
when I knew you were all mine.
Where did we go wrong?

She's a troubled old soul,
trapped in a new body.

I need a compass to get around your troubled heart.

Stab wounded hearts
and burnt tongues.

My life meant nothing to most.

Waking up would be wonderful.
Waking up dead, even better.
I don't think one thought goes through this head
that is even fully together.

I'm afraid I will die from this pain in my chest.
I feel it when I think about how you use to love my songs.

I told them that I wasn't feeling fine,
but It must be nothing because they didn't get up.

I cried for two hours today.
I know because I timed it.
Is that normal?

And then those moments come,
where life gets put back into perspective,
and your problems don't seem so significant.

The beat in your chest is enough to validate today as great;
Don't waste it dwelling over what is temporary.

Look Her in the eyes while She is still blinking,
and tell Her about the beauty.
Take His hand while He is still reaching,
and hold it tighter then you did yesterday.