shes the one walking
into the afterglow.
everything else
she's left at home.
i keep talking to
this devil i know.
just so i don't
have to be alone.

so i moved to los angeles
to chase the girl of my dreams.
how could i have known she was the devil
staring right back at me.
on the way over there
i thought i saw her wings.
clipping her feathers
whilst i was hunting a ring.
should have known then
that ******* my porch.
was always going to be trouble
when she walked through that door.
mama's always told me,
wear my heart on my sleeve.
don't get yourself killed,
with what you're trying to achieve.
so i left that night,
through that hole in the wall.
maybe those things they call angels
don't exist at all?

the sun's the love of my life,
shine on me again.
but i also love the moon,
when she kisses my head.
well the night is over,
i'll give it up when i feel sober.

we relate to things,
not because we're sad
but because we want to be understood,
in a way that makes us
feel better
after all,
the air tastes better
when you feel something
rather than nothing.

Wonder if I'll be ok,
If it is what it is.
Tomorrow, you'll be a stranger.
Hoping for love to happen,
Over and over again.
Unsaid
Things.
You were real to me
Once.
Until the next lifetime, I'll try to be fine –

without you.

do you ever think back,
to those memories we had.
does the night ever still,
whisk you away?
do you ever look back,
on those stories of gold.
does the sky ever,
makes you want to stay?
do you ever want back,
those moments like that,
the sunset we had,
on that summer's day?
now i don't know where,
this story will go.
but i sure hope i find out,
before i get old.

I met a girl,
by the name of Gracie.
She stole my heart,
but my memory is hazy.
Not sure if she's the one,
that's going to save me.
Still looking for her,
I must be crazy.