my hands ache, but my fingers need to move. I lie awake haunted by all the chances at love ive been given. Ive had more women worth building a life around than Ill ever deserve, and ive thrown it all away. Ive seen true beauty, the memory of true beauty is the deepest sadness Ill ever know. I love you. I remember exactly how it felt to love you like I did then. Ill remember forever, so Ill love you forever. I guess im just tired of love. How it grabs you, compels you, rings you out, makes you doubt.
makes you think, makes you scream, makes you change how you used to be. Shapes you dreams, shapes your face, shapes what you sense when that person is in the room. All i ever think about is all the different loves I had. Each one beautiful and perfect, each sacred enough to occupy my mind forever. But there are many of them. I dont need your attention, yet my words go online. I am full of shit.

sometimes when you talk about
your life as you live it out
your eyes want to scream and shower
at lies that were given out

you should know
should i know

so then you try to turn around
and figure life is all about
the happiness you find
in a simple lullaby

and you will try to take it out
by stomping 'round the fertile ground
and killing little seeds of a grass that's yet to be

and you will find

me in the make of a melody
you in the heart of the harmony
timing the time that we start to sing
long with the time of you heart beat

and we will be rid of the weight
that's been placed upon or little backs
a weight that surely had to crack
and i will shout out to the sky
and i'll sing aloud my little songs
that help me move the day along