to find your eyes,
among the aisles,
pulling out my inner child.
playing just to know your name,
the clock hand starts to stay the same,
loving while i'm living lost,
remembering the things i tossed,
i hope these things, it doesn't cost.

symphonies, mind,
thieves in the hive,
healing their lives,
vices are pretty,
friends are just kidding,
living, the middle of,
tragedies killing her,
listening, kids are here,
struck, straight, about,
love in a drought,
family pout,
living without,
screaming aloud,
carry my voice into our clouds,
loving loud, leaving out,
thoughts, i don't know,
snow in our history,
struggling, how,
words are so feeble,
backs, as they leave.
turning the truth and their meaning.

the myth behind the blinding lights,
the numbing drink in constant fight,
to ground my loving, livid mind.
the friendships,
pushed and pulled around.
the nightly drives across the town.
an empty seat when i arrive,
the hopeful heart that limps to strive.
the medicine within my fridge,
to dig up reasons just to live,
a mother's death, her dying sun,
a holy presence picks which one.

shy girl, scratching her arms,
shuffling streets simply,
since she sees things,
somber, sadly split sections,
upon her invisible chest.
upset at something longed to lose,
a lifting wind upon her,
surely signaling, final call,
to give up demons for it all.

when i recover,
and if you are found,
apology mouth,
to return all my sound.
the cries, never made,
as they kneel at your face,
marking a promise,
to finally stay.

arrived on the wind,
weathered and bent,
loved my attention,
covered in sin.
guessed my intention,
called me a friend.
left me in shambles,
never again.
i wanted your company,
coped with your loss.
i left you alone,
my feelings were tossed.

her love is a drug,
a lesson i hold.
nobody there,
but it's her that i love.
empty and clear,
nobody there.
something amiss,
and i miss when she's here.