i sit and i listen while you tell me
that everything is "awful, just awful" whenever i'm around
tried a million different compromises
and you don't hesitate to shoot them all down
two different species
like the canary and the crow
can they ever learn to love one another?
"no one really knows"
i sit and i listen while you try to explain
how one's known for heart, the other for brains
inevitably, the crow will overwhelm the canary
and you didn't spend all this time to learn to live secondary
you want to learn to fly
you want to spread your wings
you want to chase imaginary
invisible
impossible things
all i know is a brain without a heart
is a failed thing right from the start
i guess it could learn to live that way
but why would it want to, anyway?

and when you said you wanted to stay static forever
i was mad because, in my mind, static did everything but stay together
staring out the window with eyes closed
letting insecurity and immaturity show
we went back to work and
i did everything to show you how much i was hurt
i built a wall, hoping you'd break it down
i pushed you away, hoping you'd tell me you wanted to stick around
you asked what was wrong, i said everyone leaves eventually
so you left and took every part that meant something to me.

quit separating who you "are" and who you "claim to be". believe that the way you are is the way you're meant to be. focus on blinding the world with what, until now, have been but glimpses of angelic silhouettes and stop tripping over old mistakes and regrets. sometimes, you make it harder on yourself, but that's what it's means to live with a heart wide open; yes, there's pain, but you're learning and it's lovely. keep smiling. stay sweet and continue adding color to this black hole we call life.

they're digging up old bones and are surprised
to find themselves bathed in such fresh blood
reached for a smile and a hand, yet tried and found
guilty of abandon! and crucified by love
they pray for revolution, yeah they beg for change
with faces and fists raised high above
the dance for rain will soon be answered
he's making up for lost time, he's sending the flood
which of course will extinguish the light
that the burning of bridges provide
buoyed by the faith of their concrete convictions
they'll all sink the same no matter how hard they've tried

as the cigarette burns and burns my fingers
glimpses of you as the smoke lingers
two lives on an ever branching path
wondering how other lovers make it last
tell the truth, even if your voice shakes
be the difference that hope makes
my mouth opens but makes not a sound
think of this moment when you wonder why she's no longer around