Someone Told Me

I write this open letter with salt spread on my keys,
to a former love that with one kiss, got me down on my knees
and I pray for forgiveness, or for just another heart
for a hit of anesthesia, to forget all this love
For the girl that taught me how to love
how to forget it all - come clean
reading your old letters
your words call out to me
drag through a broken time
and twisted memories
where life was all but timeless
and speeding through our dreams
and watching us grow
was the seed of love growing into trees

and I know that it's over
and my tears are just spilt milk
of a glass that held so much
but couldn't handle through the fear
cause the tremors never came
until the coffee turned to beer
and so we grew older
and our hands fit perfectly
like a kiss into ancient times
romantic memories
and I know that it's over
and I shouldn't be so down
but what if the purest love
is the one already found?

you were my reason for breathing
and believing love had a route
to follow through the space between our fingers
carefully devised by divine intervention
to fit each other like sounds,
the songs that built our lives
and pushed us out of any doubt

"On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand-chose
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore
Serait-ce possible alors ?"

Sharks Are Born Swimming

Where does the fault begin - with the cause or the effect? I try sleep with one ear against the pillow and my hand on the other. They say you don't want to sleep because reality is better than your dreams, but why can't I sleep now that I hate the life I lead? I see hands treading across skin like sand, slipping away into each other's shoreline, deep into the world's largest ocean of doubt. I'm following a thread into a spiraling turnstile locked before I'm allowed through. I'm cutting deep into your wounds, laying slits of salt with every kiss I lay on your body. How does a guilty conscience taste? There are currents in the ocean with more consistency than you.

My mind is my life's oyster. Preserve the distress and preserve broken hearts. Keep me high in my head. Let's stay medicated in our fucked up cauterized hearts as we smoke out the fog. Breathe in and breathe out. This is only the symphony my words created in your head. You're lying in the pain, bathed in every dragged out cigarette puff that your tender lips roll out. How does your conformity lay in the constant emotions as opposed to the carnal pleasures that reside in your lust? I hate myself more than anyone else because I just can't let go. Why can't I let go? Let's start over.
Let's start over.
Start.
Over.

"I may have your heart, but he has your body"

The First

september tremors call out the city
i found solace in my solitude
baby, why'd you go?
hide under the snow
ice covered lips
tumbling in the rain
and the morning will come
and take away all the rest
but what's to remain of what's not there
of what's been taken away?
some day my pain will rock you
how does your pain pass through?
with the wild world around us
our senate set the bar alone
"so did my game"
i'm starting to sound the same

backseat love
it's hard to focus forward
true love lays behind me
i spent more time turning around than ahead
i guess the past just led me to the right way
i strayed far away

the wolves will hunt me down
the wolves will tear me down
i'm just the scarecrow of your pain
can't you unhook the love that knows you the best?

these carpet burns left scars under my skin
for laying under covers with the girl of my dreams
the aftermath turned gold into lead
but is it still love if it's only in my head?

what has been lost?
just the pinnacle of it all
the corner of mouth that never knew worse
criss-crossing the bar divulging the intent of impression
i'm always alone without you