

other timesYou lift me from the ground With such ease and strength When I knock on your door After six months in the holidays. "You're too light sweetheart, Have you eaten lately?" You know me much too wellother times


pianoi've struggled enough with this tension, you sped past it like a smooth piano solo, only it wasn't the crowd-exploding type. she leaned over the sink in the mall, and let out another 10 pounds, you'd love her when she's nothing, and you're playing her like that piano, without the striking notes, more like the white noise coming from your car radio, while you're stuck in the backseat.piano


one night to be confusedi cannot begin to multiplyone night to be confused
and divide the times i have sat here in the same old chair same old house same old city with my same old name, the same old lovely track
skipping from end to beginning, and wrapped myself in the accented words hitting away the giddy rushes that are useless, but still there, no longer balancing the same old loneliness. one afternoon to push and scream brand new sickening pleasure that has bloomed from twelve years of pinkie finger links and best friends and now we touch each other fast like we can't stand to taint


we'd do better to forgetthis is getting tiring, because everything is the same shade of waking up each morning thinkingwe'd do better to forget
i don't want to go to school today. instead i'll make a list
numbering from one to two (yeah, just me and you) and take them all on a plane as far and fast as the petrol tank will make it go and maybe the sun will shine the sky a more beautiful shade of pink in someone else's town.