Words written down
But they won't stay
Mountains moved
In a whole new way

Words spoken a loud
Cannot be taken back
Crystal clear
But conviction they lack

Words with true feeling
Come from the soul
They make your heart beat
And for moments, you're whole

Words can live
But never die
Put you in a grave
Or let you fly

I can't help the way I feel
Or the words I write
Or if the words I say
Will lead to a fight

I don't know the meaning of life
And I can't cure cancer
I don't even know myself
So I'm gonna make up my own answers

I can roll my tongue
But I can't wriggle my ears
I can't trust a soul
But I can learn from my fears

I don't know what love is
Or how it takes hold of your heart
How it will end
Or how it even starts

Backyard sunlight pours through,
the gaps between the yellowing leaves.
Fresh ash from last night's flames,
fuelled from last summers longing looks.
Crumbles in a warm september morning's breeze
only to move on and dissappear,
without notice.
Just like the feelings carelessly felt
and the naive words uttered
between you and I

I see nothing more than what I want
How great this is and what is now
Nothing more than mindless words
My feelings, written on this pad
Expression with a tolence for emotion
Nothing more than what already is
Everything is relative
Everything is anything with a twist of something
Forever and ever is not to be
When time traps life in ways it will not find its way out

It's hard to know what to say,
when you won't say anything at all.
Here we are, feelings from months ago.
I can't help but feel stuck,
somewhere between here and there.

This is it, this is it.
I want to feel close to you,
but I don't know where to begin.
We have no choice.

I can not heave my heart into my mind.
I have no choice, I have no right way.
I can not explain my heart to myself

So I hope I can explain it to you.
But if I can't;
know that it belongs to your heart.
For you're the only one it beats for.

Because sometimes, something just hits you
and you're not sure why it hits you,
or what direction it came from,
but you stop what your doing and feel it.
In your bones, in your soul, in your chest.
And you're not sure if its realization
or just fleeting moments like you have become unnumb.
But its raw and it hurts.
It shifts your thoughts and changes something
if I only knew what that something was.

I will not think of you,
at certain moments in songs
but  I will remember you with a shutter,
and in times when my wounds still feel fresh

I will not try to forget you
but keep you around for the lessons I learned
in case I need to brush up
on how to feel like I don't matter

because these feelings come in dark times
when all I need is a light,
I once thought your love was a candle
guiding me home with your warm glow

but your love was the blindfold
covering my eyes
stopping me from seeing the obvious,
it was keeping me in the darkness