she has a heart
that belongs in rooms
for people like me
to stare and look into
beautiful and real
more real than me
i only wish i had
the lungs to swim that deep
it's not just one
moment or phrase
that makes it crumble
i swear i could almost taste it
just outside of reach
right in front of me
i've built these walls
higher than i should
but each brick that's laid
can be burned like wood
and maybe they should
right in front of me... right in...
the sadest songs are made like this
a shotgun rifle set to miss
if we bite our tongues and hold our breath
long enuff we might taste the rest
a wishfull knife kills the fall
and a mouthfull of courage will end it all
and sometimes that's just the way it ends...
not every story's sad
some aren't even good
some don't end at all
but most end like they should.