I'll give you a destination
and there is many for me and you.
I'll give you a destination
and i hope you remember it like this too.

it's coney island night-time and a ferris wheel light
kisses in the gandola got me thinking mid flight
“they dint have to make a kid’s ride this wild”
There was dropping and kissing and swinging  in brooklyn that night

Its walking- talking - sitting,  the moon by the shore
Talking about what was and wasnt for us anymore
A violinist  in practice played the sad tune twice
And  a couple passionately making out to unsubscribed spotify

it's the a small  lake down the road ,  no one cared to inspect
And the sunset laid perfect  the second time we met
maybe it was ***** before dinner or falling in love
Cause I was convinced  the world would find  its 8th wonder if they looked at  us


It was upstate adventures and stopping mid road
For the horse, a cow and a drink by riverflow
Picked a daisy for my hair  and a tiny home
Kept talking about how much youd like to live where the grass could grow

you  said, “the sun is different upstate"
I agreed, as the  sunbeam  floods through the trees
And the warm rays felt like you were choosing me

Its the corner seat in Beacon house
With No worries with who, or what or how
“one day lets make a breakfast spot that everyone in town talks about”


It’s  a Spare key to Booth street
lamps flickered and black tea  warm
Sheets tumbled
and the safest place I could think of was right there in your arms.

Its the teasing” I—— looove — you’s”
made the words stay and linger
forever sleepover! , night time stories and
Our kisses kinda tasted  like ginger
( you still make the best ginger tea btw)

We sang , we danced , we pretended to pray
In the name of  the father the son the holy ghost,
Please, let our loving  stay the same

the paint on the walls did this.

the chipped red and pink smothered
it's an old family home.

you grew up thinking it's a safe color
but that's because  you're used to it.

you grew up thinking love meant to one up the other
because they made you believe it.

I know that pink is just red in a lighter shade
but they're not the same.

you deserved life to be softer.

I hope you know , you're not a bad person
and we can blame the paint in your old home
The red and the blues got all smothered
I hope I was sunshine yellow for a while, for you.

I charted stars to study you
The orbs of the heavens mirror your eyes
the song of stars was you
And the milky way caramels in your tongue

You have the rings of saturn as a halo
And the wrath of mars

You have the spirit of the sun
Too close, i burn.
But at a safe distance, you make my flowers

In my sky continually,  jupiter
But like pluto,  you are rogue

I charted stars to study  you
To find the universe is profound
And I found to count our love in light years

We journey  in the speed of light
On opposite perspectives
I just have seen the brightest gleam
But for you ,  no more

I put apart the yellows and the blues
fix my blemish, curl my hair and got new shoes
zip the skirt up and on my tiny waist
with trimmings of white and some expensive lace

I wore grand mother's pearls and a diamond ring
I wore a smile and a purse with a sling
My lips red and sparkles in my eyes
I wore a voice so sweet it never dared to tell lies

"she's really a beauty " they whisper and say,
"I think it's cause she lost all that weight."
nails all polished, clasped hands to pray
"I really hope they will love me this way."

I've  gone too far to be something of your fancy
I've turned into pretty but it's me you can't see
those days carefree, those days i miss
but you will never love me like this.

you will never love me when
the yellows and blues I can't seem to put apart
but I pride myself for having a bigger heart
when my curls have faded and my shoes are broken
and the trimmings and lace run loosely unwoven

I want  you to love me  when
I speak of  pieces I hold
the stories and truth  from surface unfolds
like pearls that held memories of my dead grandmother
and a big diamond ring from an unfaithful lover

Cause it's hard to love me when
my lips are dried pale mumbling rude curses,
and  I only really buy second-hand purses
my eyes only sparkle cause I'm holding  back a tear
and my voice may be sweet but it could lie too, I fear.

So i guess im back to putting on a pretty dress
Stitch up the laces and clean up my mess
Keep a sweet voice with something nice to say
Cause maybe you'll only love me this way.

I am fighting in a war
blood stain on my chest
the battle front  is empty
yet the field is a grand mess

and in this war, I stand
with no partner, king or hero
only pierced pain on my stomach
from a straight  cut bullet arrow

and this arrow had no bow
just soft hands that plunged my death
and I tell myself, enough
while I lose myself and breath

I am fighting a war
and in it, I fight alone
for  the enemy is me
with myself, I can not atone

it's noise.

it's bustles and white sounds and orchestras of screams
it's sentences without periods and angry machines

it's nothing romantic it's like a busy road
while you're stuck in  traffic trying to reach home

but home is a construction you never wanted to lease
now the sounds are louder as you're crying for peace

a never ending cycle of  static on your radio
you get it unplugged but it still leaves an echo

so you run to a person to someone you believe
you tell them about your day, about those angry machines

but they turn on the television, give a frown and you stop
while your heart breaks in front of them and all they say was
"grow up."

you listen to the static, and the tv and his voice
and you listen to the screams and the sounds without choice
so I tell you this now and I tell you with poise
run away from anxiety cause hell, it's a whole lot of noise.