old union

i’ve been pretty trusting with my heart in the past
so much so that it usually doesn’t ever last
long enough for the season to change
sure it might sound pretty strange
but what can i do

but you
you sit
wearing my old sweater
looking outside
at the changing weather
well i tried

i’ve been turning these young gears of mine
waiting for someone to come wine and dine
but no one ever comes around
it just keeps putting me down
but who are you now

as you
you look
towards the sky
admire the stars
as i say goodbye
to that love of ours

beliefs

i don’t deal in dreams
have a hard time with astrology
when mercury is in retrograde
everything never ends well
despite what it seems
i won’t ever suffer
like the words before
they meant it
without passion or contempt
what will get you out
from the prisons you made
lukewarm water brigades
show compassion to all
when the worthlessness sets in
to pity the strong
or cast out the rebels
what dignity do you reveal
when it’s kept under your chest
wearing your heart on your sleeve
it will keep you down
for longer then it should
so take a deep breath
you’ll need it to survive
i don’t subscribe to their views
i catalog my dependencies
to live forever onward
with the sharp tongues
cutting into my skin
but keeping them away
from what i truly value
underneath it all
the stars we see
have been dead
for millennia

crossing

the bridge you built
strengthened with fortitude
stricken with endless guilt
to change your attitude

forever used to mean something
what did you truly hold close

far from my wit’s end
it’s been easier to cover up
but so much harder to descend

what can you dig up
deeper then the core
your best laid out plans
torn up all over the floor

haste never made it better
why even try to forget

the north side of this town
used to light you and i up
but we spent too much time
ignoring the sun

now ablaze with fury
let the smoke overtake
crashing to the river

there’s beauty
in the disaster

don’t hold onto me

backup

if you were the other side
would the red shine
like the oranges
on the east
when the west is still dark

weather never helped
finding balance
in clouds
wild condensation
ending abruptly

though mountain tops shed
to reveal
old secrets
my hand carves out
new blood flows

sometimes i wonder
far too much about you
to step back
admire it myself
the revitalization

discrepant

broken bones – keep me from you
the long trek home, keeping me blue
long saturday nights turn into sunday mornings
try to keep you interested, even though i’m boring

you push and shove, but your all that i’ve got
hard to remember things you purposely forgot
you know some days, it’s hard to be your lover
so most days i just hide under the covers

on gloomy days it’s easy to understand
why it is you make me feel second-hand
used to the scolding in my face
come to grips with the deafening pace

last night i had a wonderful dream
where nothing was what it really seemed
you and i were farther apart then two seas
only ever meeting when the water would freeze

casting shadows is easy when the sun is going down
easier to swim when you don’t know how to drown
maybe i should have let you finally sink
it’s hard to do these thing, but easy to think

count up your sins and we can begin
you can be the truest form you’ve ever been
so as they leave you out here alone
it could never be worse to be known

just another faded memory
about another close encounter
maybe you should see someone about these feelings
instead of letting solutions be prescribed over the counter

you and i will never die
our souls will be ever conflicting
until there’s fire in the sky
well at lest that’s what their predicting