When I think of you I think of how time has endlessly past and stalled by the fading yet constant memory of you

The memories of now and the memories of then are told differently in my head

Because as you now I have an overactive imagination

At Sunday night I drove you home it was quiet and uneventful with you sleeping right next to me

What I remember is a Sunday I could not end
Like a scene from a film the lighting of the street lamps perfectly placed to reveal your natural grin, as if to hint to the audience that you liked me too

What I remember is the beginning middle and end over romantic film that has been rewritten over and over again

Because as you know I have an overactive imagination

All the chasing playing laughing and cake throwing

All the *** and the dancing and every time we sat there and did nothing

Flashes like a montage of our greatest hits

What I remember is a plot of a romantic masterpiece one that can satisfy anyone's needs

But as you know I have an overactive imagination

And although I enjoy the show it was built off of exaggerations over past

The truth is it's been a very long time and I'm not sure if we'd be able to add anything new

Our story was one about an incredibly kind and beautiful girl

Who fell in love with a boy who was more brave and determined than anyone else, when it came to love

But there it goes my overactive imagination

We'd love each other then
It doesn't mean we'd love each other now

What it comes down to is that I'm not as brave as I used to be, when it comes to our love

So I quietly watch this film

Until the film wears thin

The rain falls on the cobble stone wall
She is tall, young with perfectly long hair
Black and gray is all that is today
The rain falls on her open toed shoes
Her cheecks are full, her breath is heavy
A little chilly for the fifth of September

Her skin like silk, damp and freckled
The rain falls in the most perfectly sad way
Drop by drop on the cobble stone wall
One by one under her freckled brow
Black and gray, black and gray

The church bell crashes, at the perfect hour
The day is gray but her eyes have color
Deep and rich with depth like the sea
Falling in deeper, and deeper
Impossible to look away

Searching and searching under sheets of gray
Only to find the reason to say
It feels a bit warmer on this September day
Looking into the eyes of young beauty
Reminding the soul of all past laughs
And easing the mind of tomorrow's woes

The rain falls on us all
But as long as there is color
Those are the reasons
We look into each other

When you do bad things you never expect that they will happen to you

But if you believe in karma its inevitable that you'll get what's coming to you

When life becomes too heavy in reality. I display it on the sliver scene in my head

Like watching a sad film that I can't look away from. Because its just one of those nights that I want to be sad

I am no better or worse then the stars in my film. Yet I feel all their sadness all their struggle and every bit of their repentance

She's the lead role tonight, still sleeping in our bed.

She is always beautiful on the silver screen, when she smiles and plays...but tonight I'm watching a sad film

And all I see is her sadness and mine

She's sleeping in our bed next to the space that I wish I've always filled

She is beautiful in her sleep and I am tired of this film. I want too look away but my eyes are glued to the screen

I know I should lay down in the space next to her. The space that can only be filled by me tonight

She is the star of my film and we have both played our separate roles. But I am tired these old films.

So tonight I fill in that space

And as I lay there next to her, I close my eyes, cutting to black

Hoping for a happy ending

The man with the hand that is uncomfortable to hold
It is rough and sharp with no feeling really at all
Except for that spot where he trimmed at the nail
Not again he says, no no, not my nail

The clippers he used that went too deep
He only intended to keep appearances neat
To be seen like the man with the hand of a soldier
Broken and beaten, but with a veil placed over

So no one will know that he still feels pain
He grabs course rock and weilds hot flame
Forging the hand that belongs to a man
To be hard and tough this is his plan

But in that spot where he trimmed at the nail
The fire is too hot and the rocks painful
They scratch and burn at his sensitive skin
He stares at the spot where is nail should've been

Its the first true pain since he scared his skin
Remembering the hand that belonged to a boy
Comfortable to hold, gentle to touch
Able to feel every tickel and rush

His hand is too rough to touch the skin
The skin of a boy that once had been
Afraid of the pain before he hardened
He stares at the boy he cannot uncover

Unable to sooth
Unable to love
This hand is uncomfortable
Too hard and too rough

The hand of man that can't feel enough

It is the last day of middle school
And today I was finally going to tell her, that I love her
When the bell rang and as we walked down the hall
She said, see ya, have a great summer, and she gave me a hug
I just want to tell her how I feel
That I love her and that I have always loved her
But I can’t, because I know she doesn't feel the same way
We are friends and nothing more, and it will always be this way

We are seniors in high school and prom is coming up
Her high school sweet heart just broke up with her
She came to my house and cried all night
She asked me if we could go together, as friends
I said yes, that’s what friends are for
She said I’m so lucky to have you
I just want to tell her how I feel
That I love her and that I've always loved her
But I can’t, because I know she doesn't feel the same way
We are friends and nothing more, and it will always be this way

Today is her wedding and she looks so beautiful
Her husband seems nice and he truly seems to make her happy
She spotted me across the room and ran over to say hello
She said, I’m so happy you were able to make it
I said, that’s what friends are for
As she walked away to the alter I couldn't help but to feel regret
Every part of me wanted to stand up and object
I just want to tell her how I feel
That I love her and that I've always loved her
But I can’t, because I know she doesn't feel the same way
We are friends and nothing more, and it will always be this way

Today is her funeral and she looks so peaceful
But I can’t believe that she is really gone
I gave her a kiss on her forehead and got down on my knee
I leaned in and whispered into her ear
I just want to tell you how I feel
That I love you and that I've always loved you
And I will never stop loving you
Then her daughter came up to me and gave me a diary
She said it was her mothers and that she wanted me to have it
When I got home that night I studied the old pictures of us
And then I began to read the diary
As I read, my hands began to tremble, my heart racing as tears ran down my face
She wrote “I just want him to know how I feel
That I love him and that I've always loved him
But I can’t, because I know he doesn't feel the same way
We are friends and nothing more”

The tub
The bin
The barrel
Whatever it may come in
I love Ice Cream till the very bottom
The richness of the sugars
The sensation on the lips
The chills down the throat
Everything blending together
We eat and eat until we reach the bottom
I love the Ice Cream that we eat
So much so fast
We never stop
Always looking for more
The richness of the sugars
The sensation to the lips
The chills down the throat
All blending together
Oh!
How I hope we find the mother load
All that we can eat
Until we can eat no more

I refuse to miss you
Staring into the picture of you
Escaping to the memory of you

Laughing about what I said to you
Struggling to recall the sound of you

Laughing
Singing
Your heart beating

I refuse to
I need to

Not, what could have been
But, what has always been

My love for you
What I have learned from you

The way you draw out your cry of excitement, before you roll into your vigorous laugh
How you play with notes alluringly whenever you sing to me
With my ear up against your chest I always hear your heart beating my name

I refuse to miss you

Its just a picture of you