lost then found, no name.

found this in an old notebook, wrote it close to 3 years ago i'd guess.


you say you have a dream
well dreams are like bullet trains
made to burst at the seams
to be run into the ground

happiness is but an offhand wish
proposed by governors and their exes
so i'm writing down this list
of all the places i'd rather you be

this feeling is fleeting into the night
a hope, like a wish in a well
throwing in pennies for the chance of your life
save 'em all up and go far away

burn up and inhale
breath out the love
hope is just ashes
kept in a glass urn

if you say you hate today
then you gotta live for tomorrow
brushing your pain away
and sweeping away your sorrows
there's nothing entertaining about this
and nothing beautiful in defeat
but your scars will heal
and everything will be brighter
at least i can hope so

amanda's song

she said to me "that's the line that makes me cry
cause i feel same the same way"
so i said to her "i'll fill that emptiness
if i can"
and i could love you forever
if the situation was right
i know you're gonna keep running
til' you're out of breath
but i will try to catch you
somewhere down the line
with the wind at my back
and the sun overhead
i know i will
in time

You

i'm drunk again for three weeks straight
and this cigarette tastes like shit
i'm not addicted to anything
but you
but you

and it's always touch and go
like a sinner on deaths bed
with you
with you

but i'll wait here on his bed
cause it's sweeter than anything
but you
but you

and i'll wait, wait for the morning sun
to break, break on fevered bones
and i will sing, sing of the morning sun
breaking over me
me
me
and you
and you
and you

and if you can't hear my words
just know that they're all for
you
for you