Excuses are drugs
you have given your sense
Excuses are masters
you have given your means
Excuses are graves
you have given your future

between dreams and deficiencies

for a moment candied whispers
mask the taste of stale drags

I know these moments can't stretch
long enough to make the feeling real

but for now I drink the ichor of your lie and
I am lovely

I am the salt water on your cheek when you're alone
thinkin' about how strong you used to be for everyone.

I am the torn dollar in your pocket on the floor
wonderin' how you always seemed to work it out before.

I am the mirror looking back into your soul.
You already know my name.

she saw me see her through countless
classmates running wild Mrs. Robins
sees all of the yard  but the soccer field
corner where the oaks lay thick shadows
clasping hands we ran into hiding my plan
“you show me yours and I’ll smile and scram”
her plan “You show me yours and I’ll scream,
I’m a lady” too trapped in each other’s eyes
we stared until the class bell rang walking back
I stopped her just before the door and kissed
her blushing cheek in the sunlight

does your **** get hard when you hear your own voice
or are you really auditorily jackin off a softie?

chokin on pulls between bottles and bowls
we all know you're full of ****
yellin unfair brackets are the worst of it

come back and talk to me with eyes a little less red
with some stories and quips you haven't beaten so dead

if you're fed up with the honesty then get up and head out
I'll never be stoppin ya
scream and shout as much as you like but somewhere else
cause I'm seconds from droppin ya

an understatement is ever hearing your voice again would be too soon
just the memory is worse than a broken out of tune bassoon


in short I don't hope you end up dead in a fire
but to say I'd be sad would just make me a liar

She has the look of the angel.
She has the voice of the fallen.
He has the hope of the child.
He hears the words and crumbles.

lies my still beating heart
in a box in the drawer of a desk.

Over here
lies her still beating heart
in a jar on the closet shelf.

We'll have them forever
'cause cause no one is better
or able to be more secure.

We'll have them forever
'cause every letter we write
makes the butterflies
dance round inside.

We'll have them forever
'cause love like this doesn't
revisit or wait, you just
grab on and hold.

We'll have them forever
'cause....


No take-backs.