Hearts with hands reach out to feel
to get affection that can't be received over wifi connection
and  with a doubtful mind hopping for a heart to heart seems like a shot in the dark  
aiming at a mark mile away afraid of walking up to talk and having nothing to say
so you stay in your same tame space to fill the hole to mesh in the mold or just someones hand to hold
or share jacket when its cold or are these love clichés getting old
I should be trying something new
sipping on the old coffee but I need new brew
then maybe soon this single heart will turn into two

in this small seculuded spot
where our actions speak louder then our thoughts
but our mouths spoke the words of mimes on the 9-5
broke the silence by asking the time while waiting on the divine moment
...where your hand was right next to mine
a movement so suttle seemed like moving mountains
or sneaking threw land mines
so i reached across the dark blue seat
to form a forgien handshake the place  our palms would first meet

sometime love its told like a joke with a bad punchline
but would would rather be punched to the deepest black and blue
then get a ***** in the heart but the ***** in my heart was you

i get lost in my mind with my eyes closed
been walking around my whole life with blind fold
what has time told?
that all repeats or just flies out the window
the older you get it gets less simple
but you will never notice until its to late
got pay rent put food on the plate
is it fate to have everything that you wanted
or is it all just thrown in the air and you pass or you bomb it
nonsense we all got a hand on the wheel in the cockpit
it don't matter what happened in the air its how you land it
granted we didn't have the best plane or the best crew
but your pilot of your life its always been about you

I never understood the secrets in my house hold
in the place where your parents are supposed to hold your hand and guide you
all i got was scared wrist and glass threw
loud arguements nights of long crying and then denying it ever happend
the crack in the family's foundation breaks down to the weakest link
leaving them broken and wanting to be set free
so we find ourselves in pills , drugs, alcohol
to escape this place we call home
in a house full of people but all alone

This bottle is to all the
Guards I put around myself
Times I failed to love myself
Nights I always cry to myself

This blade is to all the
Long roads I have walked with you
Coffee afternoons I have shared with you
Beer bottles I have smashed with you

These pills are to all the
Dreaded school Mondays you have lightened up
Down moments from where you have picked me up
Hollow holes in my heart you have almost filled up

This day is to you
Now that everything's over between us
I'm getting over myself, too