#voodooisms

see if you had said four years ago we'd make it i might've believed you four months ago less so but next thing you know it's ten o'clock it's done over for the both of us and i still feel a need to say goodbye to those we can say goodbye to to scream it from above write love on her arms listen from the ground if it's the end we thought we'd fake it till then keeping it quietly real windows silent in doors kicking softly in water too cold for swimming in the world was soft but not soft enough for him we would later find out once we're further west

it can be easier to ask than it is to follow to stand up and scream like you think you know the next song she packed the scars she hid under poorly fitted clothes the deliberate tomboy and an unacceptance of her life as it was like you think you know how this story continues to this day she wishes for that higher place you said was unattainable so that's how she made graces with her morning after blush in the sky on the other side wishing a stillbirth of her own it can be easier to ask punch luck dumb struck happy happy happy now

june in a most ironic way i just keep meeting you but each time you're new and i'm trying not to get upset second-guessing it i know you're not your own but does she know it too july is most heartless he kisses her too and all of a sudden you can't tell who's the (br)other woman but then again monogramy never looked good on you with no limits of desire august didn't care for any cold-bloodedness beyond your bloody lipstick miss america the brave the great i can be whoever you want just tell her where why how you didn't know do you now come september it's over miss it's almost december

a million flash frames frozen in the rearview the wind and the rain burning the beautiful tracing the footfalls that wear away claims false memories dreamed in four-minute scenes there was no telling these scattered seeds would grow this way thicker than betrayal the eventual unifier stopped short of walls built around this union bearing another burden behind charred masks dusted with gold ashes and brightly lit stars invisble to city eyes as the smoke and mirror of the burning question caution wore yesterday

if you were quick to it quick to forgive i had already forgiven them though they battle on my flag pardons it all if we draw our lines down the middle can i still come over after i never believed you you know i wanted to it's that same night under the same stars under the last flight we were somewhere over denver austin honolulu the morning faded into early dark an easy dawn i still prefer sunrises for their lesser error for a quiet revolution would i have saved you you know i wanted to before all of this

made transplantable by your own sometimes it's easier to run away than it is to hide alive in a home made inhabitable by your own mind over matter to me it doesn't last through november but i didn't expect it to rocks never do but were it ever never were the way i was in new york city bold and pretty not good enough still running at the taste of love made extinguishable by your own imagination of the wet wilderness i owed my life to a debt you paid back of a creature stabbed by man made replaceable by your own false hope an american standard a devious dream value-added tax a stastical life in a number of days out a number of escapes before we abdicated this post with a windy waterlogged fury made unstoppable by your own