Lack of Words.

I'm only lonely without you. Am I riding your coattail to heartbreak, or am I alone in my demise? This horrible, sinking feeling overrides my body. I got moonlight exhaling from my veins, I got the blues pumping out of my chest, I got a heartbreak coming through my fingers and into the keyboard. I damn these airways that are haunted by your memory. I can't stand how destiny fell short for us, and my insecure and self-conscious mind can't seem to accept that all that we may hold onto now is hope.

My IV is every telephone line that shortens the distance between us. This transamerican love split my heart apart, stretching it through miles and miles. I have one foot in an airplane and one stuck onto the ground. I'm tearing apart at the very seams of my frail heart, but I know your worth it. Chasing the engine that separated me from you. I'm stuck in a terminal (disease) waiting for my final ride. Rolling through my words is a hidden message of a love that can't seem to be erased. Hidden through these letters and tears is the hope of redemption and time. Doctor, build me a time machine because I just can't wait. What's my heart if not just nuts and bolts and wiring gone awry?

I can't even keep my hands in place, and I can't keep my head at the same thought. It's revolting. It's revolving. It all tastes like heartbreak and alcohol and sweat. It's not just cold outside, darling. This heart is frozen in position. It's facing you. (This is me giving up my badge to you. I retire.)

The colors are flashing, but only in a black and blue kind of way. Heartbreak coded DNA. She asked me to lead her to where it feels like heaven, so I lead her to my bed.

Tonight, I lay under the same sky as you, but somehow it all seems more cloudy when I'm not sharing my bed with you.