no matter how much i love you,
know I will never truly trust you

               I’m self aware enough to understand
               that even the best would run too

Not a chore to be kind
but you treat it as such
Not hard to be blind
And you have mastered the touch

I've learned sensitivity is not taken kindly
                      but,
                         please tread lightly
                                           As everyday, I bruise with greater certainty

the bedrock of this planet
was not designed for the paranoid

same roof
same house
no need to talk it out
same roof
same house
and you'll never know what i dream about

i hope the sun dies and you can’t see
a world of empty opportunity

Up there in your silver house
I could see St. Peter's foot peaking out of the sky
you were so high