burry

getting in a little night time sun.
i found my way out your door
realizing no one had won.
id still like to hold your hand
and think that you know your way
through this.
you once saved my days,
now i wanna stay away
but its a little too early
to burry all my worries.
i still wonder which one of us
is gonna state the obvious.
before i catch you
complaining about the rain,
ill point out my fear of the sunshine.
oh love,
when it rains it shows in your face,
and when i look in your eyes i fear that i wont
see surprise.

running

youve got me cryin.
'this wasnt your plan.'
well mine either,
take your sweater and take your time.
find your rhyme
because ive got the reason.
in the meantime im
running away from my blues.
you can make your little get away,
my pride will keep me company
while you just gave yours all away.

its been a while.

in the morning the gray sun slips in through my living room blinds
while i sip from my stained mug.
my oversized t shirt and bitter tea fit the morning perfectly,
i can feel the goosebumps on my bare legs and remember
that no matter how much i wish its still not warm outside.
i never sleep in pants because i like the way my legs
feel up against each other,
my frail fame keeps me cold
through out the day.
my mind is boggled by how fast things change.
one morning you wake up to your perfect life,
the next morning you wake up and it all fell apart, well not all.
its been two weeks and every morning i still wake up
with you on my mind.
remembering you next to me in bed,
you a phone call a way.
the way your voice sounded in the morning
and how no matter how hard i tried i could
never wake you before 9.
i remember your pants on my floor
and the blankets in a ball over you.
some mornings id lay there, drink my tea and
watch you sleep.
now some mornings i lay there, drink
my tea and look over to where your imprint still
is on my twenty dollar sheets.


this is not to say that i havent found my
happiness within myself.
ya ya ya i know all that.
i know me, i know my soul,
i know my happiness is in me.
im wonderful on my own,
that doesnt mean i dont miss
the way he use to look at me
before things came tumbling down.

driving home

lets take a boat til the end of the world,
cause i know this car will only last half the way.
i drove 85 in that morning when it quickly turned to
afternoon.
i thought, step one:
breathe,
step two:
sit down.
i stared through the window, the one to your right.
i saw the fear of fate between the curtains.
this curved road ends soon and
its a straight shot to my home.

she said

she said watch this,
ill pull the moon down and wear it around my neck tonight.
the perfect accesory to the perfect evening.
for the first time in a while she questioned it.
she said,
i know these are the days when the world gets colder.
cause i can feel my chest turn to front when i breathe in your thought.

on fire

he said i could taste her passion for art on her skin.
she said if this is what it takes to get me even higher
then ill break through.
i know the world has been testing me.
he said i cant seem to shake this off
you keep on running to protect your situation.
she said ya and ill walk through fire after i
walk through water.

la

because she says in some ways minneapolis is more real than LA.
what am i supposed to say though,
she said exactly how you hear it is how it is.
it was later in the evening
when he decided to come over.