Coming Home to You On a Cold Day

dreaming of sailboats and tea,

a little place near the sea.

we'll ride our bicycles

and it will always be a little to cold without a sweater.

i'll write and you'll write in our different corners

come together and eat toast with butter

stew in the fall and sandwiches in the summer

with sand in them

holding hands and walking

resting against tall trees years older than we will become

we'll be poor but happy

we'll miss the sunsets here but watch the billowing smoke from ships at night

fires and bourbon at night

secret hiding holes

and walking alone rolling hills

its cold out

the killing in me is the killer in you

i lose a little more skin i grow a little older

i smoke a little more

i drink a little more

sometimes it feels to right to be melancholy

i found an old video

you told me you were crazy about me

and all i can think about is that soon even if you wanted to come see me you couldn't

i waiting for you the way you waited for me

everything i am i wrapped up in smoke and mirrors

even if i showed you how awful i was you wouldn't listen you wouldn't see

From No Surprises to Flyin' on Your Motorcycle

radio head doesn't write love songs, but they all sound like love songs to me

i fear the sun coming up and me with it

i know it will pass but right now i have nothing to live for

i know you all told me so

i wonder what form of torture i should take on myself

what new scar i want

then i twist my ankle and remember how stupid pain is

i'm surrounding myself in it

my computer likes to over heat

you've gone back up into the clouds

and i'm going to have to learn to be alone with myself

why do i have to hate myself so much

who pre decided this and didn't clue me in?

i have so many blogs i don't know what to do with myself

i've made a ruin of the life i had

thought i wanted freedom

will you ever forgive me?

will i ever forgive myself?

you want me to apologize for something that isn't. . .

sex and love just don't mix in my world

you'll never understand that

so i'm sorry i hurt you

the crush has subsided

and all i think about september orange moons

and our breath on each others lips

you gave me a millions chances and i squandered all of them

but the leaves with fall and i'll drift down the river

hoping to be reborn in the ice of your heart

i wonder what's wrong with Thom Yorke's eye

Imogen Heap on the radio makes me cry

and i look out on myself

sitting on that balcony smoking

looking up at the stars

so far away from here

dressed in white and laughing at my self now

dinner parties and wine

and i'll want to be back here

why am i so broken god?

what did i do to deserve this

silence

i could throw everything away

i like acoustic music, what's up with that?

constellation prize

there's love there, it's just young and shy

and it's what i need but not what i want

i don't care if it hurts

i wanna have control

the sea laps over our legs as you hold me tight

i'll never forget how cold my feet were

something was racing thro our minds that night

what? maybe i'll never know

maybe we're meant to be on and off again

but then, i've ruined everything for now

it's fall outside my window

ever motorcycle i hear is you, every passing car beyond the gate

soon you'll be gone,

there's something i forgot to tell you

when i said i thought maybe we'd go and i'd stay and then we'd part ways

remember that?

that hasn't been true in a long time

i thought that this would come will relief sometimes

but maybe everyone knows me better than myself

Oh it's the best thing that you've ever had

The best thing that you've ever, ever had

It's the best thing that you've ever had

The best thing you've had has gone away