Hold yourself up
Even if you've lost your spine

It's fine with me
If all I'll ever be good at
Is keeping my head up

I knew this was the beginning
Of a manic love story.
I tasted you in my mouth.
I had to touch you
I had to be with you
I missed you so much
All my systems got sick.
I had to see that angel face

I hope you love
The way your voice feels
In your throat.

I want to feel
Something
Without feeling
You

My hands
Hold
All of the mistakes
I have made.

We have eighty years in a good life.
The moments will pass just the same,
Whether I'm traveling this road
Or warm and encircled in your arms.
Either way, I'm watching the sun turn
Into a stained glass window
As it slowly fades to night.
I'm looking at the constellations
Sprinkling across the sky
And the city lights distantly sweeping
The plains in glitter.
I'm miles away,
But you're on my mind.