So I woke up tired and spent that evening thinking...
Some sacrifices to be made to distance yourself...

Plastic plates, plastic cups.
Plastic flowers...

That stricken boat on the glass sea,
With windows tinted unevenly...

It's not like the love was empty. It was full...
I couldn't put a date on it but the mood has...

Truth is common belief. Sure it can be proven but...
The weather is changing, now. The days are a mix...

There's a gap between the desk and draw
Where the forgets lay resting on the floor...

Clouds are a cobweb,
with the sun as a spider...

No, you couldn't tell.
So quiet behind the sheet...

Bright behind the boulevard where the broken...
Mosquito's find their long lost wings and circle...

My worst is when I feel my best, promise not to...
You're always parading around through mirror...

There's a dog down the end of the road,
He doesn't really have a home...

Loose stringed guitars that lay on your floor.
I remember stories that filled me from the core...