6:45 AM and the Sun was missing
Replaced with darknesss
Etched hot platinum streaks across the sky
And I didn’t really mind it
Never mind I am fine with it
Are you talking cause you have something to say?
Or are you talking cause’ you’re too **** afraid of the quiet silence
My hand on your thigh
I don’t want to lie
The conversation just died
And I’m bothered by it cause I’m nervous
The silence that’s not really silent
With rain patter and thunder claps
The only sound was the neon lights
Reminds me of my favorite drives with you

Western coast overcast
With the waves lapping at my toes
Truth is I think of writing all the time
Yet, I’m unable to fill blank pages
With salt filled air and words alike
For this over-freeze is affecting me
And I am just not feeling the wind
In the sway and flow of the trees
And my brain is diseased
And I’m feeling low
Oh, I’m feeling low

Calming the storm inside
Although, it’s raining heavy outside
Through the torrent and dark
Shines a faint glow
Guiding me back home
Slowing the whirring within
It’s just gonna take a bit of work

I use to think
I belonged down in hell
Going to church
Where the addicts go to meet
Seeking shelter from their demons
Trading shame for amnesty
Till reprieves fell on hurting shoulders
While my thoughts eat me alive
From the inside
And my body feels like a prison
Where my soul resides
Till I wake up
And there you lay

I am a tradesman
I work a 6 till 3
Perfectly suited to normality
Yet, drawn to melody
Planting trees to treat apathy
For, when the speckled snows come
With death and blasphemy
What a natural causality
Yet, I’ll be here planting trees
For you and I
Just to be able to breathe