eye of an almond

between i and i? the how to the i?
i be heavy hearted at times
breathing absence bullets as the wind chimes
a hard headed woman's cry
i be faithing in crimsons and clovers
over and over
daydreaming on the waves of a high tide
holding you close, cause i'm lost without your rhythm
tongue so verbose, perfect company for this album
on random on the daily
keeps me from going crazy
each track whispers sweet nothings
filling my being with meek blessings
got belief in my back pocket
and true currency in the front
got woman and dreams on top of mulholland
saved a little pretty in the eye of an almond
i whip it out when i smile
when i hold hands with the moon and i howl
and in the morning, when that sun comes up,
hope-filled at the chance
sky slipping on her blue jeans, just for one glance
that's when, with that busted pipe, i fill this cup
because who knows, maybe someday it will be a pond
maybe someday, it will be written for us, you know, that song
although it's already been decided
inevitable at best
yes
we know who they were written for
a red bull and rain downpour
from day to day?
i rock my soul as my forte
the tomorrows to come
and the yesterdays that carry me
and all the lessons that set me free
and i know, like i know my own name
it's all on it's way
every
single
day



and for that. all the pain. the sorrow. the fuck. the oh shit. what have i done. the bulldozer hit.

makes it all worth it.

the surprise.
to see yourself in someone else's eyes.