Better In Every Way

The ides of the tight are crumbled pieces of paper
and notes of forgotten loves lay strangled on the floor
I suppose I could put a pen in it
But I'm using that pen to write this letter to you
And all the trees bend to the knees to let you pass by
And all the stars in the sky pluck the apples of their own eyes to give to you
But today is another day and maybe today I'll be yours and you'll be mine
Well me? I'm doing fine, but find isn't the best way to live
I have so much to give, but you're so far away, and I guess Mississippi water and johnny cash will have to suit me for now
so today please let me know
If these hands are yours and if you'd have this heart forever
If i was thinking I'd probably put this letter to the breeze
And what I'm trying to say would remain in this crumbling heart
But I can't
And I know that being alive isn' just a cure
for saying goodbye
there's more than saying goodnight
To being alive
So today love sits in the tallest tree and stares at me
With all things daring and vague, I pray that you find me.

Cutting Away With Scissors

a word in a frail hand basket
meant to feather the skies and blacken the hearts of millions
a single boy walking down the street eating black licorice thinking, "the world needs me."
I watch this from the foot of my bed

Not moving and hardly breathing

The words of millions fill my head

I find all of these fears waiting for me in the dead of night

My feet fear the floor and my hands bite the mouth that feeds

Bleeding my poors into tomorrow to feel nothing inside

I'd pay for this day, but I suppose I'm already sold