not all. never all.

It hurts.
-I can't feel it.
-It's all I can feel.
-I can feel but not this.

_______


Then Lightning struck as you held me in your hand.
You scrambled to collect my ashes
Dropping pieces on the ground as you cried.
The pieces
they
blew away.
They
are
lost
now
scattered among the adjectives we used to describe our barbed-wire hearts.

time and words

"they think i'm beautiful for all my big mistakes"

you know me too well
and i don't want to be known

now what can i possibly do to get my heart broken? it is, after all, what i deserve

and watch out, all the HAPPIEST
PERFECT
couples are breaking up
i should know

don't wave that checkered flag in front of my face
because, in the end, "we're not as big as we feel"

at least i'm not....

"I don't fall in love, I just fake it
I don't fall in love, I don't fall in love"

It's RIDIC how much attention I require lately.

I've become quite the thinker, it might be a curse.

"kiss on your hips, my hands over your lips"

"with a turn and a twist"
of the tables:

"Right there that's the post man sleepin in
the sand. He's got your letter to deliver. He's
gonna do it by hand."

the feelings are inversely related.
inversely? right?

how is this happening

i understood more than anything through:
"the sun won't dry this feeling"

oh me too
me too me too me too

are you talking about wombats in dog kennels?
are you talking about jazzfest?
um, no, thats not it.

today is beautiful. this whole week is beautiful.

i've got long drives ahead

and when i get tired, i just take a break

this has gotten blown out of proportion

I never stop to
Take it all in

when everything is new, there is no need for change
i have always wanted to sing