part of me says that some day
I'm gonna grab the night
like it's a raging bull
and ride it to the moon
and back to earth

that I'm gonna sit on the sun
and sing songs about
flowers and
love and
you

that my heart is going to take me home
whether that's here in this
dingy little town
or 5,690 miles away
but I'll know it's where I belong

that my feet are going to keep me
solid on the ground
but my hands are going to be
reaching to the sky
and my ears will be
begging for answers
and my mouth will be still
or better yet
moving against yours

but the other half says
that the night is only a time to remember
all of the mistakes I've made

and the sun
is only a burning ball of
hydrogen that will burn me if I get too close
and that makes me thing that the sun
is a euphemism for love
and you

and that my heart will break
no matter where I stay
because you are only at home
if you belong
and people like me
don't belong much of anywhere

that my feet are destined to be dangling off of the edge
that my hands will be heavy at my sides
that my mouth will be full of pills
or better yet
that my life will be over