you got a girlfriend
and i can't breathe
i know i left you
BUT I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD LEAVE ME
because now its clear that i am nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
to you
and i am sorry i thought you were better than that

You're like
The city lights at night
A scratch in music
Exposed for too long
The coast line
A dislocated spine
Dream sequence on repeat
For years in the backseat
Slow guitar
And the North Star

there are so many
n o t h i n g   t o w n s
highways that bend into another place
skies that  n e  v   e    r    
                                                  f
  ­                                                          a
     ­                                                                 ­   d
                                                               ­                     e

i want to be down to earth
but i am not. i am not calm and gentle.
i am not still and undisturbed.
my head is not level and my heart is not steady
and sometimes i can't breathe well but i will try.
although i know
my head is with the stars
and my heart is on a mountain top and my soul
floats through the wind and my body thrashes through the ocean.
i am not down to earth i am scattered about it.
i am tossed and turned all around the planet.
i am not wholesome, i am in fractions.
i'm not conventional, i am irregular.
i am not spontaneous or well spoken or planned but go my gosh
i do know what i need to say

i might not be down to earth, but this earth will come down to me someday.

i like you
i think
i like you enough to lie to myself
i like you enough not to leave you
but you love me
you loved me before you knew me
i don't know how but you did
i am not in love with you
but i'm willing to wait and see if i can love you

i like you**
but not enough to risk getting hurt
i like you enough to realize that i still like myself alone
than with you together
but i hate myself for not liking you how i should
because you love me
and i am crumbling

i will smash every clock
if it means that time will stop
because i'd rather be anxiously waiting
for things to fall apart
than for things to start

no one sees this part of me
the part of me that loves the irony of a watch
being tied to time from time to time
to match an outfit
when that time keeps ticking ticking ticking
away the days i have left to say
i am a put together person
look, i even put a watch on for sophisticated taste