i really never could cope with
the idea of an infinite universe
no matter how many nights
i'd lie in the grass
counting the stars,

sometimes i'd sit up
thinking i'd found some peace in it,
perhaps made some sense of it
or maybe it just didn't matter
but it always came back
to lying down in the grass
wondering endlessly
until i'd frustrated myself to tears

i guess i was just never meant
to feel comfortable
or content
under a sky
that illuminates
millions of homes
filled with people
who understand
so much more
of life than i ever will

I'll stay awake all night
rubbing my ankles against your ankles
if that's what you want
Or I'll turn side ways
and let you slump your
scarred arm over my tired rib cage
if that's what you want
And if you feel like coming out of your skin
And if you can't lay still
we can take laps around your living room
if that's what you want
Or if your home doesn't feel like home
and you feel scared of
the pictures on your walls
then I'll drive until the sun comes up
and if the sun comes up
and the thought of pulling back into
your drive way makes your stomach turn
we can go to the city for the day,
I'll take work off
I heard there's a show
at the Electric Factory,
but if you can't be in a crowd tonight
then let's just sit in the alley by
my old place
and drink some whiskey,
pretend we're still gutter punks
like we were when we were sixteen
And if your eye lids start to feel heavy
but you're afraid to sleep
cause you can't swallow
the bad dreams and
what they mean anymore,
then you can rest your head on my shoulder,
I promise I'll whisper kindness
into your ear all night
so that all that's floating
through your skull
is laced in lilac and yellow
with no black spaces in between