Summertime sands scorch in between our bare toes,
the waves soak them cold and moist like a dog nose.
Let's build a strange castle in the shape of a heart.
Adore it, attempt to perfect it, pose for pictures.
We like to dig our fingers deep into its center.
If we press too hard, it crumbles, and we have to fix it better.
But we like to dig our fingers deep into its center.
We press too hard, it crumbles, and we can't fix it better.
It's getting late, the sun is low, the breeze chills our bones.
Tide is climbing back to us, and we've got to go home.
We've left our sweaters with our mothers
who disappeared like our shoes.
Pygmalions sans Venus blessing,
making love building blues.

Tracing along the rough edges of this lifeline
A map that shows the places he has been
Halfway through there is a break in time
But you can tell he’s been through worse

Fingers tracing the rough spots on hands
Pausing for a moment in the sad places
Uncharted territory
A discussion we will never have

Wild eyes in an empty room
Finding serenity in the cool
Deep dark blue
The water begins to boil.

Moments spent alone
In places that are filled
With all of our closest friends
A discussion we will never have.

There are emotions that have no words
and instead become motions
and drunken slurs.
We are fooled into believing
that every tragic feeling
is a wound to be healed
or a cry to be heard.

exclamation marks mean something of excitement
joy to the world
guess what
im so happy
i'm dying of ennui
what the hell is an exclamation mark


commas are when you need a break
just a pause
before you go on
and i've never gotten that before
where's the comma for me to
take a minute to
stop killing myself
over the fact i'm so
busy

periods are the only real one


they mean

it's all over





i am all over too.