Here's to us:
She knows I don't do mushy stuff
So she paints a more candid picture
She whispers shades of something to make me laugh
And etches a residing softness to my sober

I love these pictures of us because they're unapologetic
I find comfort within the confines of your gentle caresses
And now that you're gone the current sweeps me up
But not into a projected evanescence
Because I don't have to seek joy when I know it's found
I don't have to spend my time in the clouds
Getting high off of pipe dreams and sweet things
Or imagine my blessings
I only have to look upon a photograph
And like magic it comes rushing back to me
Galloping with the giddy glee of youth
Or the enigma of a cartoon character

Where our roads bend I'll find you at the cross section
Where the path divides I'll find you on the sidelines
-and if not, the next stoplight
Where you sit guessing as to how much longer it will hold on for
And no matter how long it takes
No matter how many mistakes or closed doors
I'll come back to surprise you

But the disguises I hide in are only comprised of my true colors
We take a moment to sing our shared music shutters
With shared confessions of catharsis
I can't deny that you've got a hold on my heart, the spark is lit.
And I would walk with you
Even if we only had one match left