you are calling me on memorised
dials of how you think our union
counted
and I am inclined to leave you on hold;
in one piece

i am fixated by (y)our wonder,
itching to scratch (y)our loneliness
but (y)our idea of love still remains
in woven scars

we are shipwrecked at the idea of
us,
choking on the sos of our mistakes,
flailing hearts with veins stretched
out
a distance still too far from
our miracle

i am afraid to stay

you are hurting your patience

i am afraid to love

you are tired of cliched virtues

our excuses have run out of breath
and i am adam a rib short
of loving the sins we dared
to call eden

but theres so much noise in my head
telling me five different directions to run
real quick fore something catches up with
untangle the mind
to discover the narrow distance
tween whatcha thinking and how it feels
my heads all cloudy cause my hearts caught
in the backwash of somebody else's fearful fall from grace
catch her like a broken angel
only to watch her fly free and clear
while i slug it out in the mud of misunderstanding
just wanna get back to the drawing inside the lines
get back to where it all went according to plan
cause i'm foolish enough to have a plan to go wrong
she swings by my emotional wreckage
trying to lend a hand
guess thats part of the mad scheme
called love