How and Ways

How do I find ways?

I don't.

I cant find ways

but ways that I can find how

I can try

because ways are suggestions

How is louder, factual, certain

I know How

and How tells me ways

to find out how

Until We Are Weightless

I've decide that we are unconditionally undecided

There is no sun bright enough until there is no sun at all

it's not dark enough because the stars keep you dreaming in color

and the city lights from your bedroom window

make us forget the night exists 

and your sheets...

with you wrapped up in them...

make me forget that we both know where we've been.

We plan to leave the concrete in construction sites and dream

that there's a piece of me that builds a ship with a list

of how to become weightless

but tonight

the light from your window shows you're just right

the perfect picture of a perfect life

now I find hidden in my slightly pleased grin, it hard to believe

you'd ever want to leave

So I've decide that we are unconditionally undecided

here the dark, the light, the blue skies and the night

will compare and contrast as long as we exist

your heart will stop just to beat again, and your touch

will save me over, and over again

until we become weightless.

The very bottom

Final scenes on the screen

whispering, here we go again

You gave me a verse well rehersed

full of time sensitive words

then you turned away

gave me silence as a gift

a reason to forget

and how I slammed the door

as you walked right out

the words out my mouth 

spoke nothing worth a damn

The clouds cried themselves to sleep

blaming me and I shut it out

For the sake of shutting it out

I shut you out, promised not to cry

I never forgot the time you said

you're afraid to die and here I lay

on the cold wood floor mumbling more

wishing it was...possible

That i'd take your silence as a gift

well, I let the clouds believe they needed to cry 

gave me a reason to stay inside

for as long as you're gone the sun wont evaporate

the flood I let drown this damn place

I've lost the race, I am your face

I am so fucking sorry this passion is too late

and you wont come back you wont...

stand to watch me die

so I'll toss these sorry keys

stay locked inside knowing I will sometime realize

it was so much better for you outside

it was always so much better for you outside.

The Sun Needs A Break

The sun made it's way to the end of the world

It held a torch, it said, I'm glowing, I'm going, I'm gone

I tried to just smile and say everything is okay

but the dark isn't anything worth looking forward to

you can't sleep forever, you can't dream forever

but the suns worked hard enough and ya know,

everything needs a break sometime, sometime we all need to die

So I grabbed your arm and I kissed your mouth

We walked down each avenue blabbing about

The things we could of done to save this place

Now we drift through these days

Pressing buttons and wait

for moments that will find us all leaving

to follow the sun, before we drown everything

Our conversations have a heart beat

But I can't breathe with these words in my mouth

so you asked me to speak out loud

I could try, you could try, we could laugh, we could cry

until there is no one, until there is nothing

for this noise to echo off of because

Still, the sun will be gone, on its way

So I try to just smile and say everything is okay.

A gate and a road.

There's a gate

found floating in the middle of your room

there's a place out there

much more suitable for you

here your sheets feel soft, just fine

but not divine

and I'm left to wonder

what big dreams you have

will they fill your shoes with dirt?

or numbers?

I have rose from a ghost

filling the ceiling with uncertainty 

and if you feel it too please let me know

how long that gate will proceed to show

how long will my invitation linger as questioned?

if it is questioned let it go, if it is a question let me know

In your room, there is no room for ghosts

so drink a cup of answers and sooth your mind

If you want to be seen, be seen divine

it's a simple remedy for an uncertain way to grow old 

I'm your little rest stop on the longest, loneliest road

and you are the changing colors is my fallen autumn leaves,

but honestly, honey, you're murdering me.