My pipe-dreams were never right
                  should
                                  ­                                                have
            ­                      been
                                      ­                           a
plumber

So close
I love you
I'm so drunk,
But it brings what I want to say
You are my baby
I want to hold you forever
Sunday
I just have to wait till Sunday
God I love you

I’m envious of the bee’s
Ability to be.
Their ability to see
So much better then me.
They are born and they live.
They live and they die.
The whole while with only one goal in mind.

I’m caught in something
And when I wake up I forget
I forget what it is
This trap that torments me so
Its as if I figured out
The man who stole happiness
And all the things
that brought joy to my life
Only to forget in the morning,
Only to find out again
In a week or two
I just now remembered
And I know tomorrow morning
It will be gone
Please don't let this painful insight
Evaporate in the morning rays
For I can’t understand
what trap this is
when I forget
everything I understood

I go back in time and hug my little boy self
and pull him away from that all seeing balcony
He was far to young to see that far
Hold him close, please?
Tell him what he needs to hear.
Ask him about lost memories that made me
Take him to the skate park
Buy him some ice cream
Tell him it will be ok