with 23

nothing fits
keep trying on clouds
and none were made for me

so i left the ribbon
i signed my name in ink
kissed your lips that oneday
like it was the first time
like it was the last
like it was now
just you in these almond eyes



us
i'm holding down the fort in the middle of us
and you are.. ..
still driving away
and i am.. ..
still making love to vertigo
and we are..
words
stamping each other through a send button
hitting each other with support
holding each other through frustrated letters like
fuck
what the fuck do you want me to say
bullshit
fuck

talking in song
biting your tongue
so careful
too much
so beautiful
not really
too much you
don't get too close
can't have it anyway
never promise
hide
hide
hide

so let's fool ourselves
with a promise of 2006, what's the difference?
someday soon
someday
soon
let's keep in touch
and make the best of what could have been better


you touch me more in a day
than the body in my bed

coulda been good
us


wrong cloud
but it sure feels like something right
sure seems real
like something of worth
like something to hold forever and do more than remember
someone to walk with and hold hands with and love
someone to smile with
and affect
to cry with
and hurt
someone to share this life with

somedays it's red bull and rain from this cloud
other days it's a perfect frame for the moon
makes the most wonderful blinds for the sun


but i'm just a tulip and a morning's shadow
and clouds roll by
but you were kinda my favorite
you looked so good over me