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my lungs:
a. love
b. music
i've never lived like this, ever before.
not this honest
this lost
this new.
i never realized how safe my thoughts were
until she asked me to burn down the cathedral
and join the choir.
in my bedroom
in the darkroom
with a red light in my closet
developing photographs
that the paparazzi took.
when i could hear her heartbeat making gunshot sounds.
when the skyscrapers fell in love and then all fell down.
i feel like i can take over the world
by crashing helicopters with blown speakers
into the ground.
i want to fail in every way possible.
i want my heart too busy to remember to beat.
i want her to kiss to remind me to breathe.
i want this girl to break me in every way possible
and then pick me up, pull my hair, and do it again.
i want my friends to see me when it's over and say:
he read enough books to explain away the world
and then he lost his head over a girl.
she had to go and make that promise
before she ever could have known what it meant.
cross my heart,
ave maria.
pray for us sinners
in the hour of our death.
let me weep for your sadness
give me the hymn to sing
to offer you my best.
let me set off fireworks inside your chest.
hope to die,
ave marie.
let me sleep to the sound
of the silent piano
that i play in your heart.
let me dream of you
on a bench in an empty train station
after missing the last train home.
learning to fall really isn't so hard.
meet me in the tabernacle.
meet me in the confessional.
meet me on the altar,
pray for me in the hospital.
meet me at the hospital.
i feel lush
she is holy, full of grace.
she makes me crazy cause it's what i do best these days.
i've been whispering hail marys
that she won't stop me from falling in love,
just catch the bird that got lush on love and fell from above.
falling down,
falling from skyscrapers
falling down a spiral staircase.
into your arms
they hold me like fireworks in her chest,
she's the reason i've been saving my best.
for last.
last call,
we might not ever get another chance.
last chance to tell the ones you love
and one last chance
for one last slow dance.
before the night has a chance to end.
before we retreat back to bedrooms again.
i know that you have heard that song too.
let's be each other's last hope for rescue.
we color outside of the lines
and add crayola to romance.
we have time for one more slowdance
under the white christmas lights in my room.
(there are so many songs i need to write to sing to you...)
drink drink drink the communion wine.
swimming in the water in the wishing well.
she's placed pennies over my eyes
before i even had a chance to check the time
on the clock on the altar,
she breathed oxygen into my lungs to make me high.
i feel overwhelmed
and i don't know how.
i gave my heart to a girl
who turned everything upside down.
is it her grace
or her style
that leaves me speechless
all the while.
it wakes me up
on the steps in front of the jail
in a pew under the safety of a stained glass cathedral.
asleep on a bench
(in the bohemians' underground train station)
because i missed the last train home.
in the hospital emergency room
waiting room/on the floor without a quarter by the payphone.
the sky looks like war this morning
but tries to feel like day.
i have to admit that i sometimes feel the same.
but i don't ever question the actions of the rain(clouds).
rain rain cloud my eyes
teach me to drown anytime
anytime you'd like.
the planes took out all the buildings
in the first few days
of their bombing campaign.
now it's time to break out the bandages
and cheap champagne.
rebuild, rebuild, rebuild.
the soldiers of safety will all be killed.
this is a holy war
i hate to say.
let no army stand in our way.
nothing stays beautiful that forgets to change.
(nothing's beautiful that all looks the same.)
just like love lives for the chance to risk it all
i want to kiss you on a spiral staircase
just before the steps give in
and we fall.
the evening sky
looks like war tonight
but in here i pray and feel safe.
the evening news speaks highly of you
and i will trust in faith in beauty
in chaos in abandon in red and yellow and green and white and black and blue.
i've got a safe full of gold
in my closet at home.
it's like scripture or rapture
to be lost in her brilliant rays.
neon lighted crosses,
the dream i prayed and prayed for.
and now that she's come
i'm dying for more.
it almost hurts my eyes how bright she shines/
even if she never knows. i know i know.
that she's brilliant when she closes her eyes
when she twists, twirls, sighs.
that she sees straight through me with those gentle eyes.
she makes slow-motion with the atomic bomb silence in her eyes.
a. love
b. music
i've never lived like this, ever before.
not this honest
this lost
this new.
i never realized how safe my thoughts were
until she asked me to burn down the cathedral
and join the choir.
in my bedroom
in the darkroom
with a red light in my closet
developing photographs
that the paparazzi took.
when i could hear her heartbeat making gunshot sounds.
when the skyscrapers fell in love and then all fell down.
i feel like i can take over the world
by crashing helicopters with blown speakers
into the ground.
i want to fail in every way possible.
i want my heart too busy to remember to beat.
i want her to kiss to remind me to breathe.
i want this girl to break me in every way possible
and then pick me up, pull my hair, and do it again.
i want my friends to see me when it's over and say:
he read enough books to explain away the world
and then he lost his head over a girl.
she had to go and make that promise
before she ever could have known what it meant.
cross my heart,
ave maria.
pray for us sinners
in the hour of our death.
let me weep for your sadness
give me the hymn to sing
to offer you my best.
let me set off fireworks inside your chest.
hope to die,
ave marie.
let me sleep to the sound
of the silent piano
that i play in your heart.
let me dream of you
on a bench in an empty train station
after missing the last train home.
learning to fall really isn't so hard.
meet me in the tabernacle.
meet me in the confessional.
meet me on the altar,
pray for me in the hospital.
meet me at the hospital.
i feel lush
she is holy, full of grace.
she makes me crazy cause it's what i do best these days.
i've been whispering hail marys
that she won't stop me from falling in love,
just catch the bird that got lush on love and fell from above.
falling down,
falling from skyscrapers
falling down a spiral staircase.
into your arms
they hold me like fireworks in her chest,
she's the reason i've been saving my best.
for last.
last call,
we might not ever get another chance.
last chance to tell the ones you love
and one last chance
for one last slow dance.
before the night has a chance to end.
before we retreat back to bedrooms again.
i know that you have heard that song too.
let's be each other's last hope for rescue.
we color outside of the lines
and add crayola to romance.
we have time for one more slowdance
under the white christmas lights in my room.
(there are so many songs i need to write to sing to you...)
drink drink drink the communion wine.
swimming in the water in the wishing well.
she's placed pennies over my eyes
before i even had a chance to check the time
on the clock on the altar,
she breathed oxygen into my lungs to make me high.
i feel overwhelmed
and i don't know how.
i gave my heart to a girl
who turned everything upside down.
is it her grace
or her style
that leaves me speechless
all the while.
it wakes me up
on the steps in front of the jail
in a pew under the safety of a stained glass cathedral.
asleep on a bench
(in the bohemians' underground train station)
because i missed the last train home.
in the hospital emergency room
waiting room/on the floor without a quarter by the payphone.
the sky looks like war this morning
but tries to feel like day.
i have to admit that i sometimes feel the same.
but i don't ever question the actions of the rain(clouds).
rain rain cloud my eyes
teach me to drown anytime
anytime you'd like.
the planes took out all the buildings
in the first few days
of their bombing campaign.
now it's time to break out the bandages
and cheap champagne.
rebuild, rebuild, rebuild.
the soldiers of safety will all be killed.
this is a holy war
i hate to say.
let no army stand in our way.
nothing stays beautiful that forgets to change.
(nothing's beautiful that all looks the same.)
just like love lives for the chance to risk it all
i want to kiss you on a spiral staircase
just before the steps give in
and we fall.
the evening sky
looks like war tonight
but in here i pray and feel safe.
the evening news speaks highly of you
and i will trust in faith in beauty
in chaos in abandon in red and yellow and green and white and black and blue.
i've got a safe full of gold
in my closet at home.
it's like scripture or rapture
to be lost in her brilliant rays.
neon lighted crosses,
the dream i prayed and prayed for.
and now that she's come
i'm dying for more.
it almost hurts my eyes how bright she shines/
even if she never knows. i know i know.
that she's brilliant when she closes her eyes
when she twists, twirls, sighs.
that she sees straight through me with those gentle eyes.
she makes slow-motion with the atomic bomb silence in her eyes.