she squirts water in the bath
and laughs without hesitation
and loves without juding
she commits beautiful imperfections every day
she lets them shine through
and she sings and laughs and screams and cries
'god made me human
I'd hate to dissapoint'
~perfect~
this is a stolen kiss from smiling lips
leaving a shine noone will ever see
this is a moment of innocence
hair tucked behind ears straining for any whisper
'this is not normal' the world echoes
- and it isn't
'this is not normal' the world echoes
- and it never will be
'this is not normal' the world echoes
'it is perfect' say the corners of your mouth
~blessed~
we stand beside each other
like water and the shore
and just when we're given enough
we're surprised by even more
moments of truth and we close our eyes
stories have us wiping tears away
being your friend is lucky
and today's my lucky day
~polaroid days~
the snapshot of the present time full of shinning lights
of accepting hugs, tested friendships and crazy riotous nights
countless mornings after of parties come and gone
these fast and fleeting years can often seem so long
and until the pressures on it's all like one big game
then you realize all your work counts, loose sleep and go insane
and the tangible and awe-inspiring power of time behind the wheel
forces us to endure yet another "be responsable" schpeel
and amidst all the powerful forces battling fiercely with one another
we've had the strength to carry on because we've always had each other
~disarm~
she brightens hearts
and lightens moods
he speaks in facts
and sulks and broods
she stays awake
all night with cares
his bottles fill
a room downstairs
she turns blindly
and looks away
he says this is
the final day
more than just skin
her soul is harmed
if words could kill
this man is armed
she takes it all
while sitting down
he spits insults
from his cold frown
she too will break
all her strength drained
he lacks control
his mind so strained
she sees her scars
where you cannot
he sees the fight
he should have fought
more than just skin
her soul is harmed
if words could kill
this man is armed
i speak for her
disarm this man
i speak for me
disarm this man
pitter patter
light from the bedroom seems like shadows reflecting in the darkness of the house
lines drawn in the sand, light shinning on the wood floor
reminders of choices that were decided long before 'mistakes' were made
long before children's feet make soft noises in the darkness
long before there was a reason to choose
"untitled"
i'm watching you look at her
with love in your eyes
you met somewhere in the middle
of love and comprimise
i'm watching you look at her
like a child looks at a star
no matter where you go
she's never very far
i'm watching you look at her
and it all makes so much sense
when you're so protected
there's no need for defense
