You make me happy
Like Dashboard Confessional makes me happy:
On-the-verge-of-a-breakdown,
Feeling-hopeless-and-pointles­s kind of happy

Some days I want to sit in a chair
Alone, on a rock overlooking
The frigid ocean
I want to sit and look out at the horizon
The taunting broken promise
And as the sun sets
Pulling colors down with it
I want someone to slap me
And tell me it's okay to stop crying
That I don't have to try and drown my sorrow
In a bottle or in my tears
I want them to pull me close and kick the chair
Into the ocean
"It's gone" they'll say
"Your new life starts now"
And I'll walk away with them
Rubbing my cheek from the slap

Passing through it seems to me
Yes passing through you are
You're extremely beautiful,
If only from afar

Fly close, hummingbird
Let me see your wings
Tell me of your food of choice
Tell me of sweet things

Fly low, hummingbird
For if you fly too high
Your wings of waxy origin
Bequeathed thee might make you die

Fly round, hummingbird
Please circle round my head
And only land upon my shoulder
If I'm soon to be dead

So fly close, hummingbird
Let me see your wings
And tell me all your secrets
So I may join the cloudy kings

If wishes were fishes, I'd have a whole net
Of fanciful things that I'd likely not get
If wishes were stars, when I'd look in the sky
I'd see thousands of you, all shooting by
If wishes were teardrops, then each night in bed
I'd have streams of you gathered by my head
If wishes were rainbows, then after each rain
The image of you the sky would retain
If wishes were fishes, then by god I'll try hard
To have you as mine, to love, hold, and guard

Not saying I wait for you, though it's the truth

I christened myself in the church of Chaos with tears