All my old pals sleep in beds far from my sea,
the days we meet are so far between.
We're all off, eatin' foreign bread, being free.
Saving our years to share what we've seen.

Maybe I'm a little sad. Sometimes its hard to smile. Sometimes theres nothing to smile about. What do you do when everyone is moving and you just can't? I'm stuck. I don't know what to do. I never know what to do. And you know what? I don't think I'll ever know what to do. Sometimes its just easier to hide under my covers and ignore everyone. Ya know, sometimes I even ignore myself. Did you know that was possible? Because it is. Its one of my talents. Ignoring myself. Maybe I'm a little more than just 'sad'. Maybe I'm insane.

You are like a hot cup of coffee on December mornings.
An ice-cold shower in the middle of july.
You are rain tapping out secret messages on my window, whispering untold stories of our future on an island not known to man.
I am going to love you as fiercely as ocean winds that rip through the clouds like tigers' teeth and bear claws.
Like wolves making midnight wishes on amber moons that resonate across the sky that twinkles like movie-star smiles and shake every last tree in the forest.

Your body, is a city. Your skin, winding streets I loose myself in.

She can feel a change, she's looking for it.
But she's a smart girl who wears lots of sweaters and drinks cocoa.
She talks about books and issues and kisses in the rain.
Yet, she slightly mutilates the natural state of her body in order to be deemed acceptable.
She is unconventionally beautiful.
And *she does her loving in the winter time.

All she ever dreamed of was to be your lover
She’ll never hear the word love
without feeling your heart beat in her soul
But after more than a year and three months
You threw it all away
You led her on just to let her go
Falling out of love is hard
But falling for betrayal is worse
You once told her told her to look in the mirror
and smile when she is feeling sad
But when looking there’s no smile
Just a broken heart