Start the night with cigarette adventures
laughing at jokes written on railings
in... sharpie?... yeah?... yeah, I guess, sure
Who knows, who cares, it's funny
and the cheap forties make it hilarious
Throw in Jesus and ***, you sold me.

They pushed your feet through paper
when your head caught the sky like a fever
and stars shone through your eyes

I pulled you to the pavement
to watch your brothers and sisters
fly across the black ocean above you

Dreams and lack of them floated you
above a world you forgot to know
where the bunnies beneath your bed
ate the silver dripping from your fingertips

Your mother taught you how to swim
so you could reach the white island
that waited to become your home
and fight away the dark tide riddled bright

Click-reverse-click-fastforward
Click, click, click, it's stuck
A voice if you'd call it that in tune with
one jerky movement
The poor girl trapped inside the box
seizes and dances with lightning
through her veins and water in her head
One rhythm, no expression
Just a dull 'eee-o-o-o-eee-o-o-eee'
Wake up, Jesus, please let me wake up

I want flowers to grow from my lungs
and fill my mouth with beautiful things my mind cannot provide

Wrinkles carve stories into your face
acting out past smiles across each cheek
that kiss both ears like long lost lovers
and paint stars into your canvas eyes

A sailor at sea
Won’t be able to tell the difference
Between a bird and me
He chose to sail
I chose to soar
It doesn’t matter if i fail
I touched the sky, i tried
I won’t ask for more

A pair of lips blanketed by blood stammer.
Once for surprise, once for defeat.
The woman’s pulse quickens
when her disguise, the glitz and glamour,
dulls and her mystery slips from her
like a satin robe as she surrenders her intellect
to the hope of intimacy.