I'm caught up in the street lights once again.
I feel like I'm a titan at the peak of Mt. Olympus.
My head feels like I'm violent, but my mind is violins,
as I shade my eyes from the sunrise from way back when I was 9 or 10.

We could stare forever at these break lights or look through blurry pictures that we took on all those late nights.

You looked so happy even though I knew we had a cast on
but you can only see your face because I forgot to turn the flash on.

We ran outside that night, we noticed it was "too cold for our feet" snow.

We kept it up and gave it our best, but the times were hard to keep so now they seem more like keepsakes.

Is that a cursing or a blessing?
They say that life is worth the learning, but they want me to teach the lesson.

50% white noise. 50% radio.

Those are the thoughts of a quiet broken heart that sits in the passenger seat.

My driver wants to **** me...but I'm not really that scared though.

Tell me I'm alive.
Tell me I'm living.
Tell me that I'm not alone in this world.

You say you can't sing...but as long as you're singing, I will know I'm more than last December.

As I ***** the streets of town, buildings made of grey and brown
Speak to me of people and events I still remember.
Steps upon well-trodden ways, rain makes blacks upon the greys
Painting scenes among the maze, from a long lost warm November.

We once lived on this side-street, our apartment there, small but neat
Moving in we fought the snow that came early that November.
We didn't have many things, but winters all gave way to springs,
And summer nights gave us wings to launch us into each September.

Many of them passed that way, weekdays of work and -ends of play,
Camping on cool clear autumn nights warmed to fire's final ember.
Years passed by uncounted then, new homes we found on new streets when
Our spaces seemed too small, and to the movers we'd surrender.

Walking round I see them all, the homes we made in this town so small
A lifetime spent and good times to remember.
Finally I walk o'er the hill, past the campground now quite still
To a peaceful lot just past the mill, where she went to rest one cold December.

My footsteps give me some small peace, how happiness came with such caprice
When we lived among these streets that I soulfully remember.
We loved the leaves and cool of fall, the change of seasons, first snow squall
And the love was greatest in our very last November.

The change of month took her away, how lost I felt on that sad day
How can I but hate the first day of December?
I miss her arm that fit with mine, I miss the way that her eyes shine
Just every second of lost time, since we loved our last November.

you snapped the spines and hearts of every single girls whose ever loved you because you would rather step on their bones and around their feelings than just tell them straight up that your heart is as cold as the winter wind in December.

The six month mark
For that one time in the dark
Safe from December breeze
You laid on top of me
And left my hair a messy mop
Then you flew to the bus stop
Leaving me very confused
And I'll admit, a little amused
Is four days near
(Should we celebrate and cheer?)
I wonder what we'll do next
For a secret fling, you're the best
Yet I've come to love you with my whole heart
And hope this never tears us apart.
When I think about our future, I'm pumped
Although, our relationship leaves me stumped.