there's a distance in your eyes only mine can see.

It's always hard to be the one left behind.

Build me a home inside your song

i just assumed that you eventually would ask

Bottom of the River

Well I am in love with something invisible
And though no one can make sense of where it's from,
I'm sure as all my bones
So lay my head and feet to point north and south
I will try to be a compass if you smile
and deign to take me home

I will lay on the bottom of that river
Spending my time where old sorts go to die
Engulf the fish at the bottom of that river
Lift a song into the night
So that the moon won’t have to die

I will collect all the hammers and I will make them ring
When the slowly swollen eyes are not enough
And I will walk down the road until I can hear her sing
She can pass her coded message through my clothes
And assure me that she’s sure

I will lay on the bottom of that river
Spending my time where old sorts go to die
Engulf the fish at the bottom of that river
Lift a song into the night
So that the moon won’t have to die

Well come up slow
And drag your voice out into the light
With the rough cover it provides you to shine
Now here we go down the hill fast faster no keel no bow
Though you can smell them in my blood, forget the start
Cause they’re all dead by now

I will lay on the bottom of that river
Spending my time where old sorts go to die
Engulf the fish at the bottom of that river
Lift a song into the night
So that the moon won’t have to die

i am so lucky.

i am so predictable and i hate myself

And it starts, sometime around midnight.
Or at least that’s when you lose yourself
for a minute or two.
As you stand, under the bar lights.
And the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile.
And that white dress she’s wearing
you haven’t seen her for a while.

But you know, that she’s watching.
She’s laughing, she’s turning.
She’s holding her tonic like a cross*.
The room’s suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how you are.
So you can smell her perfume.
You can see her lying naked in your arms.

And so there’s a change, in your emotions.
And all these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind.
Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
And you feel hopeless and homeless
and lost in the haze of the wine.

Then she leaves, with someone you don’t know.
But she makes sure you saw her.
She looks right at you and bolts.
As she walks out the door,
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes.
Oh and when your friends say,
“What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Then you walk, under the streetlights.
And you’re too drunk to notice,
that everyone is staring at you.
You just don’t care what you look like,
the world is falling around you.

You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You know that she’ll break you in two.