Your avoidance is endearing,
so sweet you'd think of me...

Lie to yourself
lie to the world...

Inject me with this false hope,
praying that I get better; hung by silken thread...

Stronger than perceived to be,
even when she's a bleeding mess...

I put a seashell in my ear
and listened to the ocean seep into my brain...

It's funny, hangin' from the catwalk
by your toes...

Little lines drawn in the damp, beach sand
how quickly she jumped across them...

I hate these nights where I know
that my someday...

Little broken record,
She still sings her same old song...

O, Little Brother
how many mistakes you make...

Superstition and reality,
they force me to write these words...

Dandilion, waving in the wind,
growing tall amongst the green green grass...