is it that much to ask? all ive ever wanted was someone to connect the dots with,
you start there and ill start here, we'll meet somewhere in the middle
cause right now theyre just periods on a page and no one but you could ever make sense
so wont you pick up a pen and make this mess something picturesque?

laying on the side of a freeway
with a bad case of amnesia
singing: 'how could i have lost
what i have never known?'
ive seen your face before
but dont think ive got your name
its on the tip of my tongue
but nothing rings a bell.

in a broken phonebooth
i clutched my wounded side
and whispered all those sweet nothings
through a detached receiver
speaking for the dial tone
i told the operator "i'm yours."

making friends is so much easier
when you get past the fact
that theyre your hostages

so say goodbye to this house's imperfections
you'll never see it
nor anything, ever
again.

no,
nothing seems sacred any more.
are the roots of trees
sprouting through the gravel?
is the sun in the sky
peeking through the smog?

nothing says i love you
like a parachute.

On a simple mission to start this on a personal note,
Please:

remind me again why were still dancing
on this warped wood floor
take my hand
and my lead
with a spin
and a twirl
all eyes on the mercenaries.



I am horribly afraid of heights.
and finding the truth
that someday i'll find myself surrounded by water
circled by sharks.

So remind me why were still swimming
in the depths of my lungs
gasping for breath
grasping for life
sinking like boulders
fresh for the picking
what a horrible way to go.