Sunday's Best

i was wearing my sunday's best for you,

but you believe that the best is underneath.

so we strip ourselves of fabric, 

of insecurities, of loneliness.

we fall into a bed of sin,

making love with our socks on.

covering our bruises,

from kicking each other's bad habits.

i was wearing my sunday's best for you,

but you threw the best away.

alarm clock radio

i was dreaming in french,
as you laid beside me.

your heart beat dancing with mine,
with your skin melting into my own.

and when our limbs are tangled,
i can't tell which beauty marks belong to me.

and you. in a sea of bedsheets,
this beauty has its own universe.

i was dreaming in french,
and you whispered je t'aime

loose lips sink ships.

the ship is sinking, i know,
and the life boats are full.

you're watching from the shore, babe,
you're not dead. you're not dying.

just keep your head above the water,
just remember that you can breathe.

there's more than this, but the good times seem
cheap when you're watching everything sink.

like a dirty whore lifting her skirt,
teasing you in the absence of passion.

don't fall in love with the sound of ships sinking, babe.
cause you're missing the horizon.

Paper Cut Hearts

I'm scribbling out the hearts in my note books.
I'm scratching out your name.

You're more important than some trivial high school show of affection.
You are more permanent than this.

Saying "I love you"
is like admitting your childhood crush;

and I'm scared you're just going to 

hit me, and run away.

a world that existed only with each other.

we created a world together.
starting with lingering eyes
and a curiosity that caused tongue to touch lips.

we created a world together.
with challenging words
and an intrigue that caused energies to embrace.

we created a world together.
where I stayed awake, if you stayed awake
but now I'm keeping secrets and kissing ghosts.

I like it better when my bed smells like you.

What can I say?
I smoke and I drink
And what can I do?
I want to wallow in you.

They're telling me to
let go of you and save myself
But what can I do?
I feel better when I'm with you.

This was inspired by Ani DiFranco's Grey.

I heard the bomb, but felt nothing.

I'm constantly amazed by where I've ended up in my life.
I never thought that dead babies would be the solution to a problem.

Not my problem. Not my problem. Not my problem.
But you're my problem. Drugs are a problem. Love is a problem.

I'm constantly amazed by how I become a fixture in a room.
I never thought that I would be dating a lifestyle, more than a man.

Not my life. Not my life. Not my life.
But you're in my life. And I think I'm in love with you.