We walk a narrow line
between love and hate
he spoke in prose
a foreign tongue
of rhyme & rythmic
of lust & dreams

You sit and you wait
you anticipate
jittery and nervous, stomach tying in knots
the needle makes contact
and like a flood thoughts of regret come rushing in
"What have I gotten myself into?"
"What if I never get a job because of this?
"How much does tattoo removal cost?"
"Can I even afford it?"
"This hurts pretty badly, they should've numbed my skin.."
"What will my parent's think?"
"Would I get my money back if this big bearded guy messed up?"
"Is space really a concept I'll care about in 20 years?"
"What if I want to pursue hand modeling?"
and then it's all over
you look down at what has become a part of your physical being
Something that will last forever
Supplying you with a sense of permanence that your  best friend can't even offer,
Somehow you forget about the regret that just seemed to suffocate you
you feel changed as cheesy as it may be
you know that you made the right choice

open and close your eyes a million times
and I'll still be here
waiting for you

No one looks pretty on a big yellow bus
The cold whistles through the cracked windows
finding a way to intertwine itself in your hair,
your head hangs low
with your tired eyes barely open at all,
sitting empty and broken in the fake leather seat
It looks as if you've been alone forever

tell me everything that should make me hate you and I promise my feelings won't change. I'm in love with you and I can assure you that will never change

in the distance the sun hasn't set yet, and a pink haze still stains the sky
in the distance, far far away, maybe we are together once more

they battled with fire no matter the destruction so they could feel the warmth once more