in this garage of grunge and scattered instruments
i stare into your closed blinds
i hope you don't mind.

"the difference is time"

when i hope to rhyme and make since of my life
i know it will be alright
just a hot knife

cutting butter like wax

just another man i caught and shred
i bet we can be friends,
the past is in the sands.

I find the courage to speak, with words I do not know, will they cure, will they fail, will I be consumed with the urge.
To mind,
what we should never forget.
that you should respect, my woman feelings.
is obvious.
That I should be open and platonic, doesn't make science.
ha, you bottle up my sighs and ship them,
as fire to a gun.
Lava to a volcano, "all ready to explode!"

Regret often in tag.

you are a cool breeze outside my window seal,
a tree without leaves in a winter chill,
as logic begets reason so does love in season.
as does my blushing lips.