Everyday's the same, same old crap, same old wonder
New day is dawning, morning bright, a day to plunder
Welcome to the real world, one away from heady dreams
Yet still ripe with stargaze and colour and off-of-table schemes
You wake up in the moment, taking it as prescribed
Leaving buried things buried, you keep it all inside.

Visiting "Chez Louis", tossing back Main Street
Who's putting on who, who's missing the beat
Pair of size 10 sneakers, rubber soles, red and white
No sweater, no hat, the sun is raging bright
You take a trip to nowhere, not so very far
And marvel at the marvel, of feeling like a star.

They call you a lost wonder, you call 'em all first rate
Leave it all to karma and destiny and fickle, fickle fate
Don't start your **** again, just leave and keep on truckin'
You've other strands of life that you'll want to get to pluckin'
Living, it's called, a right serious sore temptation
To shed false airs and try for new sensation.

Canoodling his significant other,
Our man Henry was loathe to discover:
The **** had run dry,
But rather than cry,
He decided to go get the butter.

In the end,
you've only managed to pull the trigger first.
And yet,
knowing full well the consequences,
I struck on,
hoping that someday my love would fall true.

It was my mistake.

How was I to know
— a man bereft of possessions and purpose —
that you
— glorious, important, so very very tired —
required more than:
                    a single glance,
                              a sidelong smile,
                                        a tender touch,
                                                  a silent moment...

These things no longer exist,
or, at least,
if they do,
I have no idea how to find them with you.

There's one thing I want you to keep in mind: you decided it had to go down like this. You decided I wasn't worth it. You were the one who decided I was a waste of time.

And in case you're still wondering what being in a "real relationship" is all about: it's when you care so much for another person that you'd do anything to stay with them. Problems aren't problems as long as you have someone watching your back. You don't run away, you stay and fight for the other person, not just because it's the right thing to do, but because you love and care about the other person so much that you want the relationship to succeed. It's when everything seems right when they're there, and wrong when they aren't. It's when you know that no matter how low things get, you'll always have someone there to help you through it.

A real relationship means "us",  not you and I.

She's looked, you speak, finally, yes;
Dancing the talk of a child...
Hearts strong shall fight soft,
Falling, young, set, and sorry...
Held, they gave peace.

Soft music and falling leaves.

She's spoke, you look, finally, yes;
Knowing she heard sad in a bright laugh...
No reason, her mouth at peace,
Her eyes bring dear hell;
Lost, there is no longer a longer.

Snow brings the cold.

Oh, to die a death less valued
     Much that was once lost now lives
And yet, and yet...
     Here I find myself undone
By powers beyond my scope
     Such is my end.

Oh, such wonders wondered
     Living a life unloved
Waiting, waiting...
     A threat not voiced
Only spoken through silence
     A morning without sun.

Oh, what wroth hath writ
     Hope sharp as wit
Love a soft-spoke casualty
     Of a crushed and listing ship
Foundering on a shore
      This wielded weapon.