We are birds we ran from the water. And birds we take off over the ocean. We fly in flock sometimes, fly in a V. But we can fly solo, I can tell you no
I could be trembling when I talk to you. I could be making up all sorts of things that are not true. I could tell a half truth, but I can not tell a lie
I'm going as far as I can go, away from here Away from you, Jake, and the hole you've sunk me into. I wish that I could belong here, with you but that
I see the lights move on the ceiling. And I see the stars up in the lights. I see the moonbeams on your forehead there, and I think about the Garden of
Opening my ears to hear the poison in your words, I see the apple in your eye. And your smile wraps around me like a snake, a rattler, your smile strangles
I didn't come this far for you to make this hard for me. And now you want to ask me "how"? It's like - how does your heart beat, and why do you breathe
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed. Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide. Shabby tried to comb her
Days were different when you counted them in hours. There were some things that she never wanted again. In fragmented words, too weak to hear, there were
She can't tell me that all of the love songs have been written, 'cause she's never been in love with you before. Your skin smells lovely like sandalwood
. I've been sleeping on half of my bed lately, and thinking about what you said to me, "You're tipsy, you're turning, you are alive, you are burning. Lisa
This isn't what I like to call flattery, but I know that I believe that I've found what's true that I've found what's you. Truthfully I I'm finding finally
When all the stars were falling, I reached up like you said. All the stars were falling, one hit me in the head, and I fell down, down, down. I fell down
No teacher to follow, no prophet to tell me how, But I know what I want, I know what I want now Like water, it rushes, it's the last thing you see when
Won't you wait for me on the platform where the plaid coats wait? Won't you wait for me on the platform where the plaid coats wait? Cause I've been with
I grew up where throwing rocks in canyons is not allowed. I grew up where growing up makes me awkward and proud. I grew up were it was a difficult drive
You want to dance with the angels? Then embroider me with gold, and I will fly with the angels and you can dance with me. Sing with the angels? Then show
I did not want to be stuck one second longer than I had to be there, stuck inside the door. I'm always scared I'll slam my fingers in the door because
"It's not really poetry, but it's pretty," he said As he raises his voice, she lowers her head. "It makes my heart heavey, you're lonely, I think. Oh
