any chance we could stay dark?
blowing blunts late night in the park
you can take the high road
leave more room for me on the low
and although i will always love you
these questions only god can know

i'll always be there for you
but some mountains just
aren't meant to move



i remember the shape of your dress
that smell of the shampoo you used to use
i can't remember the color of your eyes
i really can't remember much more about you.

when you called to cancel
i was already in the parking lot
still i stayed around
drinking for whatever, i forgot
someone shouts "last call!"
so here's to the end of days
all the maybe memories
and the things we never got to say
the problem with attention
is that no one ever gets enough
until a "best night ever"
ends with fists and handcuffs
there's no such thing
as an ordinary life
but i wanted to die on my feet
i wanted this to be a legendary night

take my hand
let's walk through a field
in the middle of a thunderstorm
listen as i try to explain
why you're still as beautiful and
worthwhile as the day you were born
watch the full moon rise
from the reflection in your eyes
somehow i'm drowning on dry land
everything i need is already resting in my hands
there's pure truth in these late nights
i'd rather sleep through the day
i trust you and the feeling you give me
i trust it to never go away

and he spent all his time thinking of the last thing she said. "I'm only dying so I can haunt you", she coughed, a slight smile on her lips. after that, the only sounds her body could take credit for was the beeping of the machine beside her bed and the humming of the feeding tubes projecting from her mouth. for six days, he held her hand in silence. occasionally, tears would would fall down his cheeks; his family assumed they were caused by grief, but the truth was, it's because he hardly blinked. he didn't want to miss a moment.

now he spends his time lost in thought, illuminated by candlelight, waiting as patiently as a man can. He stays up every night, praying for a sign. A ghostly apparition. A manifestation. Something to let him know she still thought of him as much as he thought of her. He knew that if she didn't come back soon, he'd go and find her himself.

the air is heavy with the taste of blood and metal, the smell of smoke filling the cracks. remnants of candles and red, everywhere. moments like these make me hope that heaven is real. moments like these make me believe that heaven is unlikely, improbable and, worst of all, impossible.

nyc, morning
an ocean of cars
lights
sirens
sunshine
i have no idea how long i've been wandering
something is wrong with the sidewalk
it rises, like waves on the water
i don't mind
i am completely free

Your words within me
attached by needle and thread
stitched into my being
constantly crashing in my head

the ground we built our world upon is sinking fast beneath our feet
i'm begging for a sign but you've lost the will to speak
all the hope is here right now
all the hope is fading beneath the ground
buried but breathing
mistaken meaning within the empty spaces your words are leaving
some say that love is all you need
only fools expect miracles from such soiled seeds
if a pictures worth a thousand words
i'll be the loudest noise you've ever heard
you mistake the home for the cage
i hold tight while you're wasting away
i'll count my blessings within the rain
left soaking wet and you never hear me complain

i can't speak for myself
but i will speak for the other
disfigured by disease and
left abandoned by her mother
fleeting glimpses
of angelic silhouettes
caught up in old
mistakes and regrets
she hold the knife and
i want to take the ride
heavy's the cost of life
and i'm not willing to die
her cup is overflowing but
she's screaming out for more
she's caught up in the fury but
i have dealt with this before
she mumbles through the verses
not blessings but curses
mesmerized by horoscope and prophecy
all that means nothing to me
there's cause for all this grief
and the dirt that's on her knees
she asks just what it means
no one can save her
from all that she's seen
memories kept warm and
safe until the end
if i can't love her as a lover
then i'll love her as a friend
harder than holding heaven
high above my head
weighed down by all
that we've left unsaid
while hope hangs from the trees
with no time left for pleasantries
dawns on the horizon
yeah, time is running out
all these second guesses
only exposing doubt
no, the kiss don't seem as sweet if
i can still taste the tears on her lips
staring off the edge, wondering
how the hell we ended up like this

it was late, but that's what i'm here for. you called, crying, begging for help. i asked your name, address, and tried to keep you calm. you kept shouting "blue! blue! blue!" over and over and over and over...
i told you it was an accident, but that didn't make it any easier. as i drove home, i could still hear your screams. your life would never be the same again. neither would mine.
i got home and let myself in. the kids were asleep, as they should be. i climb the stairs, my feet weighted. you rest heavy in my mind. as i open the door and look down at her, resting as soundly as an angel, i realize it hurts worst knowing you'll never know this again. i go in and take her in my arms. i hug her. i cry.
how could such unconscious actions lead to so much pain? how could you ever get a restful nights sleep again? fleeting glimpses, your world in your hands. the devil smiles while god laughs at all our plans. you prayed in vain and god ignored your pain.