There is comfort to be had in some things familiar
But there was no comfort in that familiar voice
Telling me those familiar things
There was no comfort when the ground opened up beneath my feet
And my arms flailed about, with nothing to reach for but words sharp
But blunt with overuse.

In a cigarette smoke haze I wait, wait for the feeling to build up
Wait for you
There is the sound of music pounding in my ears
The sound of bartenders slamming beers on the counter

This love ballad I try and write doesnt come out quite right
If I could maybe lose restraint for a few minutes
I might tell you that I hope to see you again
Not just that I want to, because you know I do
But that I hope to

But to say these things would make things less bearable
For us
So I don't, lose restraint
And you don't, lose restraint

For now I keep listening to the sounds of this city
You listen to the sounds of your new city
And we feel, but do not say.

Scratching the surface,
Stopping just short of the wave
With its foot tall claw, liquid, but real
This beach, its sand beneath my feet
As real as that claw, but so much more
So much more to me, and I stand
I stretch, I walk. I walk forward to my next pit stop
Its just a shack. But its so pretty, not in wretchedness
But because it has none, and it is beautiful.

I stand again. I walk with nothing in sight but the sand,
One eye on the wave, stopping just short of reach.
Its a strange feeling, strength, despite the fear,
Stopping just short. And that’s where I find it
That beautiful strength, physical, in tissue and blood,
So I edge closer to the edge
I do not stop short, I go on, cautious step after step
Water moves surrounding my ankles,
Shallow, but still strong. More steps I take

I become more aware, not of that claw,
But of me, my strength. I am strong,
And I don’t get carried into that sea, so beautiful
But so fearsome. So I move deeper, now the water at my knees
Tugging, tempting. And I know now.
I know.

I take a step back, conceding. But having won
Having pushed the edge back, I move on to my next pit stop.
So beautiful.

some memories of you i forget
other ones find me in the night
these ones give me goosebumps
and a frantic urgency
that i choose not to fight

some memories of you
i only half remember
these ones make me smile
they're usually only a few words long
but long enough to make me feel warm

some memories of you
we haven't as yet made
like when you choose me to be yours
and you, mine
these ones are more complicated
less memory and more thought
but baby, if we ever make em
i'd bet they'd be the best we ever could

Would you like me to undress you?
Because I would like that very much

We could jump, hand in hand, skin on skin
Through the motions of this song

Would you let me keep you close for a while?
Because I would like that very much

I could be your bride, you could be mine
I won't even need a gown