- Distant Ships
you walk like a saint through your smile is a train wreck, but it's the silence that does me in, this friction causes static that shocks whatever you touch. this nightmare will be over once you realize you're never alone. one more day you move away from the light, you're like fine but you're dead on the inside. you blame the sun for all of the shadows that follow you around. you're looking up from the bottom of your heart trying to piece together when and where you started to lose at this game called life. got your letter, sent it back. didn't quite say all the things i meant to. this is farewell. we're losing time because you've lost the glint from your eye, next to leave is any sign of life. today starts forever, reaching for some kind of help. but you still say there is no other way- you're fading.
- Every Stitch Is A Reminder
your eyes were never clear again the day you said goodbye. i'm through. it didn't need to come to this. with you. just to see your face again. to see it in your eyes. in my eyes. it didn't need to come to this. have fallen blind. i can build my own frame. i can mold my own life. you hold the promise of something better than. i can remember. you once said that everything is just a game, the more we try, the less we learn. but now i can finally lay my hand and walk away. harsh words and blank stares are like cracks in the cement that cause me to stumble. just like all those many things that they demanded. it's one more reason to scream at them. i can build my own frame, i can mold my own life, it was all just a memory of you. i can remember. it's just a faint reminder of all the things you said didn't need to be so far away from you. and on the tip of my tongue is the reason that i left. here we go again.
- Helps To Purity
was there a lesson in this? i close my eyes and wait for you to sanctify these holes in my hands just from holding on. i know that we can't breathe when we're tied in knots, so you're stealing my breath before i have a chance to scream. was there a reason to this? all my hopes played a backseat to your dreams. not these hands. not these words. i tried to keep them safe. not these hands. not these words. but they broke the moment i fell. i've spent four years picking them up. when the curse of my love forced your pride to leave, did it feel like murder? or did you feel it at all? this is the moment, and it's given back.
- Pigeons
drop me a line and we'll cut and paste time for our memory collage. but you leave me swinging like a marionette. if you turn around, will i write you off? will i cut you loose? is it ever that easy? to speak words without words to a friend you don't know. to hide your smile because you fear it might be your last. we need to learn again how we were friends before the time and distance.
learning can be the hardest part.