Goodnight my distant movie,
Playing some ****** horror flick on repeat,
With the smell of some bar and meat,
Hanging,
The morning was quiet
And I gave up the fight in it,
So time to put it away with a dusty painting,
And go to sleep.

Goodbye my far away rhythm,
Dancing entwined with separate together mythdom
But always too far to touch
It isn't much,
But my dreams are a place to visit
So time to go put the music on,
And go to sleep.

Goodbye my recent moon,
Sung under crossed stars,
with an unexplained tune,
Beautiful but with scars,
I'll smile from afar
So time to put the globe away,
Knowing it's ok
Not being the Earth.

When I hold your hand in mine
I have the entire world
At my fingertips.

Yeah, I know I don't go down like wine;
I'm not one of
gentle
refinements.
I've been told I'm more of a whiskey.
But I swear that tastes like love.
I know because I've drunk the bottle.
If you ever tasted-
You know there's no such thing called a glass.

If I had known saying goodbye
would be this difficult,
I would have packed
myself in his suitcase.

I just wish that hug never
ended, that he'd still
be holding me in his arms.

When he held my hands,
then tried to pull away,
I only held his hands tighter,
and followed him,
until he could move no more.

I just wish —
I only wish —
I wish he was holding me,
I just want to be holding him.