love: new and improved.
i have no words to write for you.
i can't explain the collection of handheld glories and larger than life explosions that is new york city.
and you wouldn't understand just why i'm crying right now thinking about it.
because you're too busy being mad that i went without you or that i forgot to call you back or that i'm not the person you thought i was, maybe.
you wouldn't understand what it's like to be a part of the world's greatest dance party [plus] or to know just who the streets are sparkling for or what it's like to kiss the most brilliant, beautiful girl you've ever loved in the brightest city in the world knowing that you are the movie that the crowd gathered around wishes they were living or to feel solid gold, not just words but solid gold through your fucking chest into hers.
you wouldn't believe me when i told you the truth about everything that's inside of me right now, but i forgive you.
because i love you.
and there's not a person i know right now who could know just how much i love that girl or just how much that city changed me or just what i have inside of me or just what keeps me awake at night.
i'd try to explain, but right now i just don't have the heart.
(i left it on the subway, somewhere between queens and midtown and coney island)
home is where the heart is.
on the bus.
my heart is somewhere between that nineteenth floor window and the street, riding a paper airplane for every thing it's worth, waiting to land praying for a hand to catch me when i crash down into the ground from this dream so high so far above the people gathered below but not quite as high as the skyline that sang me to sleep on a breeze from the window if i just keep my eyes open and my lungs grasping for whatever they can get then i just might maybe i just might baby i just might make it off of this plane in one piece.
but if i don't make it out alive, don't ever doubt that every second was the most inspiring thing i've ever seen.
don't forget this, because i will give you every reason to.
you will have every chance to forget me.
but i remember.
(every detail, all the love pouring from the skylights like rain...)
i will remember.
until i don't have to remember any more.
just open my eyes.
brandon.
(thank you, heart. for understanding or believing or whatever it was that put your hand in mine from nashville to new york. you can't possibly know what it is that you do to this beating heart of mine and you might not ever know just how much you could be all of the blood that moves the oxygen from my lungs to keep me inspired. i love you and that is honestly and truly the only one thing that i am sure of in my whole life right now. so thank you for that and so much more... )
i can't explain the collection of handheld glories and larger than life explosions that is new york city.
and you wouldn't understand just why i'm crying right now thinking about it.
because you're too busy being mad that i went without you or that i forgot to call you back or that i'm not the person you thought i was, maybe.
you wouldn't understand what it's like to be a part of the world's greatest dance party [plus] or to know just who the streets are sparkling for or what it's like to kiss the most brilliant, beautiful girl you've ever loved in the brightest city in the world knowing that you are the movie that the crowd gathered around wishes they were living or to feel solid gold, not just words but solid gold through your fucking chest into hers.
you wouldn't believe me when i told you the truth about everything that's inside of me right now, but i forgive you.
because i love you.
and there's not a person i know right now who could know just how much i love that girl or just how much that city changed me or just what i have inside of me or just what keeps me awake at night.
i'd try to explain, but right now i just don't have the heart.
(i left it on the subway, somewhere between queens and midtown and coney island)
home is where the heart is.
on the bus.
my heart is somewhere between that nineteenth floor window and the street, riding a paper airplane for every thing it's worth, waiting to land praying for a hand to catch me when i crash down into the ground from this dream so high so far above the people gathered below but not quite as high as the skyline that sang me to sleep on a breeze from the window if i just keep my eyes open and my lungs grasping for whatever they can get then i just might maybe i just might baby i just might make it off of this plane in one piece.
but if i don't make it out alive, don't ever doubt that every second was the most inspiring thing i've ever seen.
don't forget this, because i will give you every reason to.
you will have every chance to forget me.
but i remember.
(every detail, all the love pouring from the skylights like rain...)
i will remember.
until i don't have to remember any more.
just open my eyes.
brandon.
(thank you, heart. for understanding or believing or whatever it was that put your hand in mine from nashville to new york. you can't possibly know what it is that you do to this beating heart of mine and you might not ever know just how much you could be all of the blood that moves the oxygen from my lungs to keep me inspired. i love you and that is honestly and truly the only one thing that i am sure of in my whole life right now. so thank you for that and so much more... )