He was all tattoos,
And cigarette breath - knocked down,
Drowned beneath his charm.

her body rusting -
yes, they call me vagabond -
prisoned to wander.

Starry eyed dreamer,
Why are you in the gutter?
It's time to come home.

Hammered with wonder -
Enamored by all the stars -
Beauty, not so far.

Exceptionally so, I am completely myself cumulatively by everything in my past; a shadow of all that once was, folding and stretching before all that is to be. Yet in the same way, I am tied together with you. All the threads that have sewn us into a whole are now bound together. My completeness is not founded by nor complimented by you, but so heavily compared to yours, that I do not wish to live without you if I cannot stand it.

Those were the days,
When spring time was everyday,
When every morning was the smell of fresh cut flowers and dew,
When clouds lolled lazy in your eyes
And song birds burst forth like laughter in the sky.

Then you'd called me Peaches,
Or sometimes Peaches and Cream,
And though you used the term sparingly
I could hear the gold in your voice,
Or see the pink in your cheeks,
Back in those pink days.

It was yours, all yours,
And no one else's.

Please restrain me
The sky is too big
But oh, how the sky is too small to be free.
This restless heart is pumping dreams through my veins
They are white, they are clouds, they never stop
Soft and slow, always coming,
Do they ever fully pass through?

Please clip these wings
There's too many cars in the city
So I crave and claw for something blue
I mean, these trees were once young too
How did they satisfy their hunger for something new?
So nourish my roots, clip these wings
Maybe I really just shouldn't be free.