Then stop Do whatever you can And stop I clearly wasn't worth it And if that isn't clear Then forfeit Every pleasant memory Because the rest of me Is worse And sharing pleasantries Won't work I know what I've done We challenged the sun Our time wasn't fun And our lungs Are worn out Just breath now And know I don't define you Just find Truth Whatever it is Get married; have kids And live. Above all; just live.

Thought I should let you know

It never matter how many circles around her I ran It wasn't my pull that kept her in the sky It never mattered how many nights I stood by her Showing her the light For her my light was a sad imitation of the one who brightened her days Yet I stayed aloft Driven by the hope in her oceans I clung to the knowledge that in some small way I was important to her orbit But on the nights when her creatures came from the darkness to call to me I wanted nothing more than to howl back Nothing more than to return the lonely cries To tell her that I know how it feels to revolve around a heavenly body With no hope of touching

What she wanted What she needed Was a sun Something around which to orbit But I couldn't light her world I existed light years away She could only admire my light In the darkness I had burned out long ago

For years I'd say Blue And it was true My love grew with every hue Of optimistic gloom Even painted my room The darkest shade the store made Couldn't hate the rain The way the sky changed To the grayest parade Of glum navy waves As if to depict It's capacity to tint And keep my interest fixed Until the day the dawn betrayed The hazy way the heavens layed The firmament burning With willpower learned Tangerine! Amber! How Helios churned! Each stroke awoke A long buried hope To hold safe and close Until the days close When dusk says You must bed Just as you arose Tomorrow you'll learn What the golden sun knows

I'm the opposite of every man that I have ever seen her with I can't grow facial hair and I listen to rap music She sees a city slicker drowning slowly in a fifth I'm stifled under light pollution, burns and cuts and bruises She's never seen me pick up my beaten old guitar Build a fire under the stars in the greatest of outdoors Gut the trout I spent five hours to catch and cook and char Sleep on dirt or grass and never think to ask for more My soul is older than the coldest boulders that rolled into the riverbed There's a bearded pioneer in here who seemed to disappear but never fled Don't judge covers.

Past a black basket, a charred chalice, plaque can't grasp it for all marred malice

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