. . .the boat is leaking. . .

i'm sick of everyone's bullshit including my own

watching fools falling into each other left and right

sleeping in my own cold bed weathered by all the lovers who have pasted thro it jett, ethan, kyle, kit,

maybe a timmy in there somewhere

jon

we weren't good from the start wearing your coat covered in cinnamon

watching the coldness of the world thro the bars on my window

wishing i could lean out with butterfly wings and smoke my youth away

getting fat and bitter

thorns pushed underneath my figure nails

what happened that i can't remember?

don't want to talk about

can you feel the february taking hold of my soul breathing in and out for me

crystals on my eyelash and another boy down the well

you say it feels like i've got one foot out the door even if i don't know it

sometimes i wanna tell you to run for your life, far away from me

if i had the guts i'd dump you

set you free from this embrace

turn away in the cold, all those lonely nights without me

maybe you like it that way

to afraid to tell me

put the cowboy junkies on and dream myself to sleep

feeling weak and spineless caught up in lost in translation

i'm babbling like an idiot, always one step ahead of myself

bored of being the arch angel

sinful by night, holy by day

pink comforters and floating dogs

i won't be a famous anything, wont have kids just drift away into a nothingness

passing by fairies on the stream bank, woven baskets and being far away from you

playing in the mud

22 and i look back wondering what i've been doing the past two years

the lunar new year in on valentines day this year

letters lose their meaning as my heart drifts out to look for drowning sailors

mistaken love beats in shark infested water

nothing but hunger inside my bones licking the blood from your hands

spikes thro your hands

moon sets orange and wanting you to hold me

who are we if not lovers?

why are we doing this if there's someone else out there?

sometimes i feel like i put a spell on you that night we took the loop past the sleeping city

go back in time and do it all differently

i would have slapped you

it was a mistake

you tell me how hard you would fight for me

listen to it on repeat

moaning to myself in the park just another time another fix

mixed out into the plane sight where the bunnies get married under the moon light

i loved friday tea hot chocolate and some little gifts. . .

i never wanted to go home from florida

don't worry my drinking habit will return

brittle skin leaving way for death to enter in thro the cracks of ourselves

i day dream about being a heroin junkie accept vomiting and melt into the nothingness of it all

maybe i like longing for you, i've been doing it for so long it seems like second nature.