saying sorry.

i feel like i'm upside-down.
lost in a world that i
never meant to find.
it's not that i don't want
to be here,
but everything
i touch is turning
cold.

it's just the not knowing
that's getting old.




it's almost like
i want you more when
you push me away.
so put your worries
in my pocket,
and we'll escape.
save your shining
for another day,
but never let yourself
forget my name.
i'll take this with me.

i've always wondered
what your name was.

obviously, life has
a twisted sense of humor,
but that's life.
and obviously,
there's a light that's
brighter than all the rest.
one.two.three.
i'm counting the seconds.

i'm not looking for anything
except another emergency.
because when you dedicate
your life to something,
you expect something.
something in return.
i've got a pistol on my hip,
and a mirror around my neck.
i've got another reason to trip,
and a front row to that wreck.
i've never been so lost
as when i wasn't going
anywhere at all.
i like to stand still,
and let the ground pass.
i've never seen those eyes before,
moving quite that fast.


this town seems colder now,
and i can go nowhere.
vitals, failing, so let
me tell you a story.

we couldn't sleep,
so we stayed awake.
and we ended up
watching the planes
take off.
and we gave each
one a name,
and we dedicated
them to eachother.

if i would have stayed
up with you all night,
then i'd know how
to save a life.

it's just a dream,
and play the piano
for me, just one more time.

we need to talk.
every single day.
we are not the same.