Wish
You Away I told you I didn’t want to be your love confidant, so I guess there’s nothing else for you to talk about. My anger is a blanket but I am lying on a bed of snow, and I still can’t burn through the feeling of no and I’m wishing I could wish you away, but thoughts of you tug at me like children and I’m wishing I could wish you away, but what would I think about then? There’s got to be a reason I keep looking back your way, I’m not stuck in the past but I have so much to say but I didn’t listen to you as I should have for my own sake I loved you fiercely and I gave you much more love than you could take and I’m wishing I could wish you away, but thoughts of you tug at me like children and I’m wishing I could wish you away, but what would I think about then? In the absence of your whispers my bitter words grew and even now I am weighed down by the layers of loving you, well you don’t seem too bothered by all the space between you and me and it’s that very expanse of nothing that I wish you would see and I’m wishing I could wish you away, but thoughts of you tug at me like children and I’m wishing I could wish you away, but what would I think about then? New Moon Blind hope and choking regret you touch me and I know that the dead are just pretending but there is nowhere else to go and I’m standing in your doorway trying to say good bye but this moon is pulling me your way and I just want this feeling to die pressing on at the last page, beyond it is a cold hard cover hushed lips and blank white sheets no more story no more lover and I’m standing in your doorway trying to say good bye but this moon is pulling me your way and I just want this feeling to die the sky will clear in a little while and the sun will burn the fog of my denial but I’ll revel in the impossibility that you could change just for me you told me not to fall for you I didn’t do what you told me to and so I plunged into your dusty riverbed you couldn’t take me where I wanted to be led and I’m standing in your doorway trying to say good bye but this moon is pulling me your way and I just want this feeling to die
Unbroken Would it be too forward of me to say I love you passionately? That I would love for you to be a little bit closer to me? Would it be too foolish to say even though you’re so far away you’re here with me everyday this heart is where you stay so leave those words unspoken all of your worries and your fears I want this moment unbroken we don’t have the time for any tears. I just want a fighting chance you see cause you won’t stop entrancing me and I hope you will agree that this is where you want to be this time I’m not going back to sleep and I will no longer fear that leap, caught between always and never, I’ve decided now is forever so leave those words unspoken, all of your worries and your fears, I want this moment unbroken, we don’t have the time and oh I thought I’d buried you it was the only thing I could do but you would always remain under the layers of my pain and you came reaching up as I pressed you down, I had just forgotten what it feels like to drown so just tell me if I’m wrong but we have known this all along that we would come back to that place and there’s so much time we can’t replace so leave those words unspoken, all of your worries and your fears, I want this moment unbroken, we don’t have the time for any tears.
Trying to Remember They say there’s a river—you take a drink from it and you forget who you are—they say there’s a river—it swallows all your memories of living among the stars—and then you come down here and then you learn how to fear and I’m trying to remember who I was before I crossed—I’m trying to remember the paradise I lost—They say when you get here you feel alone but you’re guided by a world of unseen—they say when you leave here you feel as though you’re waking from a dim and dreary dream and then you see with clear sight passing from shadow into Light but I’m trying to remember who I was when I last saw the day—I’m trying to remember what I gave away—Sometimes I dream—sometimes I scream and sometimes I’m weak and sometimes I really find what I seek—They say there’s a river—its currents flow so much deeper than we could ever be aware—They say you can go down to a place and find yourself totally bare and then you see with clear sight passing from shadow into Light and I’m trying to remember who I was before this time—I’m trying to remember what is really mine
Stratosphere Why do I need to create a little illusion? Why do I crave a little confusion? Indulging in shadows, naked, I hide from a god buried so deeply inside standing in the rain, I burned a bright flame soaring through your stratosphere reading all the signs between unwritten lines thought I really held you here full clouds and empty ones look the same at night there’s no one to stop me from turning out the light ignoring the rumblings of the thunder I couldn’t pull you in so I went under standing in the rain I burned a bright flame soaring through your stratosphere reading all the signs between unwritten lines thought I really held you here I flew in your dark blue skirting stars in the deep skies I woke up and I shook the clouds off of my eyes you never told me not to give so much to you but then you never told me not to starving I came to you, believing I’d been fed dreaming I carried you into my head crashing I fell right out of time thinking, you thought me right out of your mind standing in the rain I burned a bright flame soaring through your stratosphere reading all the signs between unwritten lines thought I really held you here
Not Dreaming How much time did you spend hoping for the end? How long was I here sleeping without fear that I should’ve had I’ve pulled a veil across my eyes called myself clear, called myself wise right up to the moment you spoke, the moment my fever broke, and you felt so damn bad, but I’m not dreaming anymore. painted us into a garden created you with an open heart and I left nothing else protected, painted a mirror, you were perfect in my head and I wasn’t digging, uprooting the weeds never knew I’d sown the seeds that grew into my sorrow and it’s already tomorrow can’t go back to bed and I’m not dreaming anymore. do you know how it feels or have you left up the wall for too long? If you’ve never bled this way how can you call yourself strong? So I’ve not much left to say sorry it ended this way just as I thought and just as I didn’t I lost you, but who am I kidding can’t lose what you don’t really have so I’m not dreaming anymore |