heart song - part 2

i guess it must be something like freeze frames
holding onto moments of perfection in the middle of the mess
i spend too much time wrapped up in you
i give too much of myself to something that is nothing and everything all at once
i take it all back, or at least i try
im so weak i dont even believe in my own attempts
nothing that comes out of me is fact anymore
its all twists and turns and fantasy and hope
its lost endings and false beginnings
its everything i ever wanted. nothing at all.



lets start this over.

heart song

I felt for sure last night

That once we said goodbye

No one else will know these lonely dreams

No one else will know that part of me

I'm still driving away

And I'm sorry every day

I won't always love these selfish things

It was my turn to decide

I knew this was our time

No one else will have me like you do

No one else will have me, only you

You'll sit alone forever

If you wait for the right time

What are you hoping for?

I'm here I'm now I'm ready

Holding on tight

Don't give away the end

The one thing that stays mine

Amazing still it seems

I'll be 23

I won't always love what I'll never have

I won't always live in my regrets

sleep tonight

we don't want to sleep tonight
still young like that i count the lines
beside your mouth that smiles now

with buried heads we both forget
all of the past and its regret
wind picks up the window shakes
but we won't hear the morning break

and i try to hide it all

but with you i wear it on my sleeve

we talked about nothing

which was more than i wanted to know

i somehow believe you less and less
and i guess i trust you about as much as i should
which could be another way to say i wonder if i ever did
wonder who's hiding behind each eyelid when you close your eyes

i said goodbye

[and you too quickly replied goodbye]

and its done now

[but it still hurts the same]

sing sing singgggg

but you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living
because its the ones with the sorest throats
who have done the most singing

let me go

and its ok

'cause i feel grounded these days

less like a bullet that strays into a crowd

looking for a home

wonder what you did with that cape

i used to keep hanging in my closet

let me go

let me belong to myself again

then stand back to back with a mountain

and ask am i taller yet ?

'cause i kinda have my heart set on being huge

and i figure maybe with a bigger heart

i could love strangers a little more

and laughter would be my encore

isnt it strange

how when your heart breaks

the only person you want to talk to

is the one that made it ache

got all your secrets written down

you hide behind your shiny, flawless ideals
and you hurt everyone along the path of your yellow brick road
you mold me and hope for it to match to your dream
when i can't be molded and i sure as hell
don't want your shiny statues in my life

to idolize

you don't even see the butterfly you could be
you're stuck in this cocoon
and completely content
but i dont want to stay there with you
in that cramped little space

dirty old town
dirty little town
got all your secrets written down

well maybe i'm in love with possibility

and i've kept you like a secret
since that day i found you

and you have to fight to stay in control of the situation
but its time i let you go

where the wild things went

your entire body shakes when you laugh

as if your sense of humour was built on a fault line

and the coast of your heart falls into the ocean of yourself

and im left looking for this atlantis

left looking for this place that exists in stories

told by old men who were there when

mathematics assured them

their willingness to believe was greater

than their determination to dismiss

im left looking for atlantis

regardless of the scientist that insists

my efforts would be better spent

unearthing clues to where the wild things went

we come from a mentality

that rarely sees the horror in symmetry

or the beauty in non conformity

we insist for us everything must be clear cut

we deposit our faith in fear

but clear our minds to the possibility

that maybe we as adults

still get scared of the dark

we're all shipwrecked on this idea that everything needs to be explained

maybe the best we can hope for

is that those we leave behind

find comfort in knowing

that we're born out of love

not out of science

that biology explains the how

but love explains the why

this is for those that scour the streets wondering where the wild things went