Keep Out Of Reach

What goes up must come down. Lungs and hopes included. This is a time lapse goodbye to fair weather dreams. The choir in our hearts will hum a familiar tune... in a key that only the underdogs will hear. The most constructive thing I've done, is build my life around these thoughts of her. Signed my life away a time or two, but never initialed for my soul. Lets get vintage in our thoughts, and in their hearts this next time around.

Silhouettes move faster when they have something to hide. There is something so perfect about holding someones hand on a ledge. It's like even if you fall it wouldn't be so bad.

Southport Serenade

I know I passed you on the street last week... and now I'm back in NYC in a crowded room, all alone. Resorting to being myself since everyone else is taken. My thoughts are spreading out on notebook paper that's crumpled and creased. The words aren't perfect, but they make me feel ok against the candlelight. My tie is askew, but what's the use? We all are bound to return home... just to watch through our keyholes for signs of life anyway. This isn't me.

Unfocused blue eyes stare back from the bathroom mirror. Apologetic, but not in the form of an exit. The deep black is not an option anymore. The same way that this smile is not a parachute. I would give my life to have you here right now. I can feel you when the wind dies down. I wouldn't be such an island, if I had you.

I know that soon enough the right words will find their way back to me, and that they will just spi(e)ll (you) out. Until then I'm vacant.

Intimacy Problems With The World

There are destined to be a couple of sets of eyes that are only meant to serve as bookmarks in your life. They will only exist to mark the chapters as you unfold. Highlights in hopes that you will pay better attention to the changes. Dog-eared pages to remind you at a later date.

Like the reflection I saw in her eyes for the first time in a classroom in Chicago... when all of the blood ran out of me. Before her my whole life just felt like one big apology.

There she was sitting, knee pulled up to to her chin, probably thinking of something or someone else. And that's how she will be stuck in my mind forever. We were both just two explorers in the dark, mapless and hopeless. I'm not just taking trips down memory lane, I'm fucking broke down on it for this girl.

I only know how to manipulate my lungs with thoughts of her.

All I Do Is Leave People

It seems like there is always another empty room waiting for me. Been finding my conscience in the medicine cabinet and using it to sift through the cobwebs and time capsules in my head. I'm teaching my eyes to lie while saving my voice for the big ones.

When you really think about it, words are more than just games we play with the tips of tongues. Especially when they are written down and read aloud. You and I know that the best conversations are the ones where neither of us has to say a word. So let's practice our awkward glances that will say more than our mouths ever will. Besides, if you fall down enough you'll find that getting up is what really hurts.

I have an entire world of worry under this rehearsed image. There is so much history in the center of my chest. Turn the page. What you thought was goodbye is just a disguised "'see you soon." It never comes soon enough.

Scrapbooks won't last. Sooner or later the color will fade, drip, and become a mess of memories that once were. A puddle of forgotten flashes and dead chromophil. Expired smiles illustrated under dust.

Once the rewind button is broken, all you can do is let it play through. Writing off tomorrows every time my fingers touch these buttons. Putting all the comforts and closeness in reverse just for you.

I haven't felt much like staring at a computer screen lately, reading words put to paper years ago instead. It slows my heart down.

Exit.