What lives in our minds

If you have forgotten, Just how to move, Follow my steps, Where to you, I’ll prove, That no music is needed, And no floor is wrong, Wrapped in your arms, Just as I belong. The steps that we take, And the words that we speak, The love that we made, In those young, early weeks, All these stories, I’ll share, Until I’m blue in the face, All so you’ll remember, The love that filled this place.

It exists, This moment, This place, This thing inside of me. It's real and happening, And I can feel the beating. But the echoes, They linger, Bouncing off of walls, Dancing in the grand space, Only colliding with itself. The echoes, They ache, Letting me know, That I'm still hollow.

Let me into your world. Let me rest against your chest, Tight in your arms. Let me see the world, With the colors you create. Let me taste the songs, That you’ve wrote. For the world to which I belong, Has been void of all safety, And art, And things that make the soul, Happy to be alive,

You asked for a bed, And I built you a home. You asked for some bread, And I made you a feast. You asked for a verse, And I wrote you a song. You asked for the rain, And I summoned a flood. Then you left, Because I never got it right.

Perhaps I should have Known better than to wrap my Heart in pretty bows. Perhaps you should have Known better than to accept Gifts you'd never keep.

Why did I have to stay, When the rope around your neck, Stole your last breath away? Fought demons, you never shared, Now they're homeless, Running rampant; running scared. Into me, they dig their claws, Building ice in my veins, And a heart that won't thaw. A sob causes my chest to heave, A fight I can't win, But a fight I can't leave. Why did I have to stay, When that noose around your neck, Stole you last breath away?

If tomorrow you must go, Then stay with me tonight, So I can drink you in. This memory, in my heart I stow, A weapon in a lonely fight, Remembering the warmth of your skin. And if I'm not right for you, Don't hide it with words and flowers, But mourn along side of me. If it is not I who would give you a kingdom then who? The one who thinks of losing you and cowers, Even when I've lived a life on stage for the world to see.