Knotted

The road is long, when your brakes are shot

and the haze is messing with your head.

The road is long, but with what you left behind theres

gotta be something better up ahead.

The wheels are spinning round,

its such a beautiful sound leaving that tangled mess in your bed.

The road is long when your chasing the sun

because dusk could swallow you whole.

You press you foot down harder than you ever have

trying to out run static rock and roll.

But the wheels are spinning round

& it's such a beautiful sound, leaving that tangled mess in your head.

Bright Eyes

It's always late at night the cliches come pouring in;
looking at our mistakes through rose coloured glasses,
seeing plenty of fish and spices.
Maybe it's your turn now to stand where I stand.
But my eyes are still bright and my jeans are clean this time,
I threaded that needle for you.
What if I could fall through, into these dreams of yours
and write my name all over them
and then I'd know what you'd think of me,
we'd never give up.

Homeless

The sum of me is this;
there is more life in my death,
than there was in my life.

Calves.

Save my place,
next to you is where I belong.
It's never make or break,
when we're this strong.
Love,
we could never fall apart
my darling,
we're still young.

Battlefield.

The cold and comfort of just surviving

sits in chain stores, on their shelves.

That gasp of breath between your last

screaming tear and the strength to get out of bed

is stacked neatly underneath the sink

in case you feel like reaching for the knife

instead.

Promise

The good you saw in me was what got my attention.

I saw you look into my eyes when I spilled words,

and watched your jaw clench when I struggled to smile.

But we had become an endless cycle of love & hurt,

it tore me apart, entirely.

I slept too little, and wore little badges of worry

to work each day.

You slept too much, leaving the smallest amount of daylight

to deal with.

We spoke about how things would get better,

my heart broke so many times I couldn't believe I

was still able to feel the pain.

I hated knowing that were never doing ourselves justice,

never giving in to the only two we would be.

I changed it all though, in an instant.

I was the one that made it all too real.

I thought I knew the best form of suicide;

to kill myself so well there was nothing to left to recognise.

So I hurt myself stupidly running away from you, 

and yet you laid me down to gently dress my wounds.

I'm not sure that I will be able to forgive myself,

and I know I will die inside if I ever have to see

someone else's hand in yours.

I guess there was more damage beneath than we realised,

and we might both have to take the blame for that.

But forever, my eyes will see nothing but where you should be standing,

and my lungs will only open up once you're in my air.

I never wanted out of the me & you,

I want in for always,
for everything,
for good.