Wash your eyes
And say goodbye
It's just another day

Nothing lasts forever
Keep holding on
Turn the other way

Enjoy the moments
For moments pass
And time won't wait

Dry your face
You're the writer
Don't believe in fate

Close this chapter
Let things go
When they can't stay

Wash your eyes
And say goodbye
It'll be okay

You slip into unconsciousness
And the world starts to dance
Behind your closed eyelids
You can see anything when
Your thoughts are silenced
And your mind starts to scream

A sad story begins to play
Inside your cobwebbed head
Fed by parts of your soul
They're black and white movies
But the people are scary and loud
Emerging from your silent,lurking doubts

Your white wings are wide and outspread
When you play a part in those scenes
While other people are ***** and red
Shadows follow you around
Attached to your aching feet
Yet the sun is nowhere to be seen

Then the horrible part takes place
It's not much of a plot twist
No angel survives amongst demons
You're left with wounds and burns
And a pair of beautiful broken wings
But it doesn't hurt, your heart is asleep

The alarm sounds and you wake
Pulled from the depths of your mind
And you think you left the nightmare behind
But as the day progresses you begin to feel
As monsters still haunt you loud and clear
There isn't much of a difference between
What is a dream and what is real

You're a papercut
Only when I look at you
Does it hurt

It's early in the morning
Rays of sunday light seep through the windows
And the white walls look celestial
When they're being kissed by the sun
He's asleep on your bed and he's facing you
You count the seconds until his blue eyes
Snap open and meet yours
The man who would never stand still
Looks peaceful, resting at your side
You tentatively reach out
Your fingers ghost over his eyelids
Over his cheekbones, over his throat
Never quite touching, but close enough to know
That what you see is not a hallucination
But your new reality
And a couple hours from now
A hot cup of coffee between your tired hands
You'll settle next to him on the couch
You'll feel the warm weight
Of a cat resting on your legs
You'll pretend not to notice when someone's head
Falls on your shoulder
You'll pretend not to care
When he presses a feather like kiss on your hair
Whispers 'good morning' against your neck
And you'll pretend that the shivers
Are from the cold morning breeze
But the pink shade that slowly takes over your skin
Betrays your careless façade, and he smiles
You've always been good at telling lies from truth
And there's nothing false about the way
He touches you when you say it's okay
And you know this is not a dream
Because your dreams have always been haunted
Yet there are no ghosts here
Nothing but a safety you didn't think you'd achieve
A sober kind of happiness you didn't believe
Would ever become your life
And yet
It did get better.

We let our hearts be broken
Because we have hope
And with love and recklessness
As parents,
Hope’s only child
Is disappointment

My interest in you
Was like a piece of paper
I set ablaze
One second it was there -
Then it was not
Your love for me
Was as unfortunate
As the waves
And it kept coming back
When I pushed it away

Little dreamer
Dream me a fountain
I'll throw the coins
And our wishes will come true

Little dreamer
Dream me the moon
My life is dark
When I'm not with you

Little dreamer
Dream me your love
I'll let you have mine
When your eyes are closed

Little dreamer
Dream me the world
And we'll make houses
Out of fairy tales

Little dreamer
Is dreaming all you can do?
Oh, little dreamer
Maybe I dreamt you

You had realized long ago
That the sun could be a person

The sun could be found
In lingering glances
That burn your eyes
In a pleasant way

The sun could be found
Even late at night
When it's dark outside
Lighting up your dreams

The sun could be someone
Who doesn't understand what
You've been through
But illuminates you
Every step of the way

The sun could be someone
You're willing to help
Just to be rewarded with a smile
Bright, beaming, caused by you

You realized all of this
After spending mornings and afternoons
Not having to look up at the sky
Because it was enough
To look to your right
Where he was standing

And so you asked yourself
When did he become your sun?

There's fog in his head
And he can't see you clearly
He notices only what you're
Trying to hide

(Because a clouded mind
Still makes better judgments
Than yours)

Your head screams at you to run
And instead you feed him half truths
You want to prove to him
Lies aren't all there is to you

(Are you staying because
You thought you had nothing to lose
Or because he asked you to
And now you do?)

You question if hate is all there is
Because it has never felt like this
And hate never came with promises
And kisses and a home
Attached to it

(And you wonder if his key
Fits the lock that will
Bury your past somewhere
Where it can't reach you)

(It does.)

You touch me
And all of a sudden
The fish are drowning
Swimming, breathless
Towards the surface
Where the air is turning into
Fairy dust
Painting the sky in
A thousand different colors

Then you're gone
Fairies aren't real
The sky is just blue
The helpless fish
Are being cooked
And paintings are just paintings
Even if they remind me of you