garden grove

had new york on my mind
but it secapes me tonight cause i'm right here
i guess it was more than geography
it was a feeling late night-like
a cigarette and a pint
an empty text box longing
paired with battles of politics
battles of the heart
sex sweat drenching alcohoism
breaking rules only to make them

i miss my friends
those faces so familiar
never wanted them then but ain't that how it crumbles
and i mumble scratch these little words
in this little notepad
in this little life
just trying to matter
decorating minds, trying to make life a little better

building letters on bedside tables from here to brazil
savoring your words on top of mount fuji
saving that thrill in that cab that one night in the village

i was still hoping to meet you after your shift
i was on my way
but i guess i never made it that day
i guess i was late
and for all my guessing it always gives me the same conclusion
you in a hospital bed, your breaths submission

all our silly decisions
coast to coast
phone number to phone number
lost somewhere between two pairs of lips
stuck somewhere around my hips
and then kiss
bliss

i think you would have liked him
we made love in a blizzard on your street

but you and him will never meet
but were you watching?
cause i kinda thought you sent that stormy night
just so we could hold each other tighter
keep each other warmer
capture perfect in our palms so tight


this is the demolition of my life
the cartwheel into my dreams
i'm trying to get back to serenity
back to a place i've never really been
back to a place where i hope to see you waiting for me