and the earth is warmer
so i'll clear the road, the gravel
and the thornbush in your path
that burns a scented oil
that i'll drip into your bath
the water's there to warm you
and the earth is warmer
when you laugh
love is a scene i render
when you catch me wide awake
love's a dream you enter
though i shake and shake and shake you
love is the best endeavor
waiting in the lion's mane
i sit here in the dark listening to love songs trying to cry my new happiness away. i don't want anyone to hurt anymore. i stood outside and listened to the snow fall and wondered if the people in the houses around me knew what it was like to supress such joy. probably, i assume this is just life. i wish i knew how to sing the blues, yknow. i played the harmonica deep and slow, a decrescendo to match the blood in me that was boiling and now suddenly the stoves off and the pot empty and my insides feel as cold as my skin under this thin blanket on this couch that is just like every other couch i've had to sleep on. i wonder if anyone else know's what it's like to not remember where they've been... i helped my sunshine realize the real problems he was overlooking. he tells me understands now and i hope it's true. but he doesn't understand my love is not just for him and i when i told im i would not love another for his sake i didn't quite realize what i was promising. why can't i love without limits. without rules. why is life like this. why do i have to sacrifice my happiness for someone elses why can't everyone be happy just knowing that they know nothing and why can't i seem to keep my head above water ever. all the kings horses and all the kings men... please self, keep it together again. in my mind i see the smiles of all my lovers and then i see me failing to keep those faces smiling so. why would this time be any different i suppose. love always has a way of slipping through these tired fingers, and i'm left to wipe my palm on my sleeve in order to forget i lost my grip.
i'm not well
and the thornbush in your path
that burns a scented oil
that i'll drip into your bath
the water's there to warm you
and the earth is warmer
when you laugh
love is a scene i render
when you catch me wide awake
love's a dream you enter
though i shake and shake and shake you
love is the best endeavor
waiting in the lion's mane
i sit here in the dark listening to love songs trying to cry my new happiness away. i don't want anyone to hurt anymore. i stood outside and listened to the snow fall and wondered if the people in the houses around me knew what it was like to supress such joy. probably, i assume this is just life. i wish i knew how to sing the blues, yknow. i played the harmonica deep and slow, a decrescendo to match the blood in me that was boiling and now suddenly the stoves off and the pot empty and my insides feel as cold as my skin under this thin blanket on this couch that is just like every other couch i've had to sleep on. i wonder if anyone else know's what it's like to not remember where they've been... i helped my sunshine realize the real problems he was overlooking. he tells me understands now and i hope it's true. but he doesn't understand my love is not just for him and i when i told im i would not love another for his sake i didn't quite realize what i was promising. why can't i love without limits. without rules. why is life like this. why do i have to sacrifice my happiness for someone elses why can't everyone be happy just knowing that they know nothing and why can't i seem to keep my head above water ever. all the kings horses and all the kings men... please self, keep it together again. in my mind i see the smiles of all my lovers and then i see me failing to keep those faces smiling so. why would this time be any different i suppose. love always has a way of slipping through these tired fingers, and i'm left to wipe my palm on my sleeve in order to forget i lost my grip.
i'm not well