I don't pray for rain anymore
I just nest myself in the creeks taking over the front yard
I've yellowed with age like worthless novel
I've resigned to mountain like holy hollow
But the metal has lodged into the ceiling
and I swell like loose balloons to watch the city sleep
and I wonder what I could say to make you love me
As the blues and greys paint the hallways of my bloodstream
Every passing second is make believe
Every decision made is my own recession
With broken hands I craft a masterpiece from cardboard
With empty stomachs, I watch the dinner guests find the exit
But I'll never know just what it means
To really lose my spot on the fucking floor
and I don't know why I'd ever think
That steady breathing is something I was cut out for
and I don't like to see you cry
But I'm honored you feel safe to confide in me
and it's ok to not be brave
The headlights inside your eyes show for miles unending...
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