Of Birds, Bees, Butterflies, Etc.

 

 

 

 

 

 

What's In A Name

What's in a name, what's in my sleepy eyes half the time? If you would have asked how I was, I'd have said I'm just fine. I know It's best if I move on; let you swim in the wake of this song. If I could've seen to this end, I'd do it all over again. You're like the sweetest, softest autumn I've ever seen. I'm all nostalgic and genuinely weak in the knees. I know It's best if I move on; let you swim in the wake of this song. If I could've seen to this end, I'd do it all over again. Which one of us has come undone? It's just one in the same. If it was you and never me, I'd tell you so and I'd say, I guess it's a sin to lead you on, but any way that I say it, it sounds wrong. If I could've seen to this end, I'd do it all over again.

 

Finally Found

I hear the room fill with laughter and then forget everything after. You stand there memorizing. I'm here, barely breathing. There's something I should have said but I laughed along instead. You know what you want but you get what you said that you know you've always said that you wanted instead. I know what I want & suddenly it's the sound of you off to the side saying, I'm finally found. I hear your heart beating faster But I'm unclear on what you're after. You give me no reason why I shouldn't say goodbye. I can't think what I could have said so I'll break your heart instead.

 

You Can Be The One

Nobody wants to be alone. The heart beats happy when it has a place. And if it doesn't have a home, it can come into my space. So you can be the one I love. I can be the one you long for. You can be the one I want... want. And you can be the one I love. This could be our world wide open. You can be the one I want... want. When you've fallen for someone but that someone doesn't feel the same... But before you come undone, you can call out my name.

 

Light Reading

Some light reading, the last pages, clearer now in certain places. But you're hovering, half empty, and I'm leaving, but you've left me. Please just listen to reason, these aren't chapters, they're seasons. I heard from a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend, you've closed the book on your end. If you pick up, pull out, does it have to be now? I tear out those last few pages, less time; more places. I've read all the way to the bitter end to the end. You outlast your friends. If you pick up, pull out, does it have to be now?

 

Golden

Wait for me. You were right. Your absence, it burns too bright. And so it goes, since I'm alone now, I'd like to think that we can work this out. Take some time and think it through. You know what I'd like to do. We could take what's good to golden. Make it golden, yeah. Reappear in my life. This distance never felt quite right. I started out so close to empty. I'm brimming over. I've no room left in me. Take some time and think it through. You know what I'd like to do. We could take what's good to golden. Make it golden, yeah.

 

Uncharted

It's half-hearted and complicating the way they've imparted, now isn't the best of all our days. But we've started and now it's too late to say, this uncharted place is too precarious to stay. I'm unknown so, so I keep my head low. It's beneath me, with all my ducks in a row. If they ask me, I'll tell them I didn't know. If they ask, say eventually we'll reap what they have sown. It's a clash, it's rash, we're caged, up-staged. When they switch-back, we say it's too fast, we rage, anxiously engaged. We just take it, like we take it off the top. And full-circle, we're there before we'd ever really thought. They just fake it, nobody asks them to stop. It's uncharted, I changed my mind, decided that it's not. It's a clash, it's rash, we're caged, up-staged. When they switch-back, we say it's too fast, we rage, anxiously engaged.

 

Small Things

Air transitions, hums tradition, shakes the park upside down. A curious contrast, a coloring contest, brightly covers the ground. Small things; they're all involuntary. My colors dim and vary and one by one fall from grace. To my feet, they cling unintentionally from the front porch to the side street, dying happily, happily. The sky has stepped out, my shade has come down My shadow cannot withstand. The sharp of its face trims my heart with lace. I flutter into the hands of circumstance. Small things; they're all involuntary. My colors dim and vary and one by one fall from grace. To my feet, they cling unintentionally from the front porch to the side street, dying happily, happily.

 

Run A Mile

Wasn't quite sure before, but now I'm believing. I know there were necessary things about you leaving. Maybe I knew right well how I was on about it. Twice over and again I learned to doubt it. And I'm sorry. I blew it. I'll never say there ain't nothin' to it. And I saw it and I knew it. I know you know what it's still doing. Thought if I gave an inch, you might not run a mile. Baby now I see why the Mona Lisa smiles. She smiles at me. Thought I might still try to soften up the edges. I backed up, stepped away and you still seemed restless. And I saw it and I knew it. I recognize what it's still doing. I deserved it, you knew it. You stood close to the line when I drew it. Thought if I gave an inch, you might not run a mile. Baby now I see why the Mona Lisa smiles. She smiles at me. And I saw it and I knew it. I closed my eyes to stride right through it. Had it coming and I knew it. I needed it and now I've gone through it. Thought if I gave an inch, you might not run a mile. Baby now I see why the Mona Lisa smiles. She smiles at me.

 

Of Birds, Bees, Butterflies, Etc.

Summer had seen enough of me. A fall down and building up; stone by stone. Spring unleashed a swarm of birds and bees. I did nothing to stop it. I'd come undone. Everything you hear, it's nothing like the way it feels. The flavor in the air, it's nothing next to being safe here. I'm all of me all ears, if ears were stars to catch your tears. Yet everything I hear flies like butterflies right through my ears. I wake up, still feels like a dream. I lie down, get up again and I'm still stunned. Alive, unleashed; it proves too much for me There's no way I can stop it. It's too much fun. Everything you hear, it's nothing like the way it feels. The flavor in the air, it's nothing next to being safe here. I'm all of me all ears, if ears were stars to catch your tears. Yet everything I hear flies like butterflies right through my ears.

 

It's All The Same To Me

Go there and stay there for good. Go there and hope that it's true. A tree is a tree is a tree and if it's all the same to me, shouldn't I let pass by the difference between the leaves and me?

 

Potions

I said I hope, like a prayer and sent out my tears in a bottle of notes. Find and drink up; it's uncommon and sweet. Are you surprised? Is it making you mine? You morph into the last living thing alive. I've no periphery, you're all that's in front of me. Are you the rock, paper, scissors, casting those faded paper figures on the wall? As providence seems to annihilate common sense, this is my down-to-earth defense: Brush it off again as trickery, slight of hand if you must but for all purposes and intents, Either I am right or I am wrong. If it's in neither the words nor the song, it's in this soundless, audible common sense. Be that as it may, this is my down-to-earth defense: You morph into the last living thing alive. I've no periphery, you're all that's in front of me. Brush it off again as trickery, slight of hand if you must but for all purposes and intents, You morph into the last living thing alive. I've no periphery. You're all that's in front of me.

 

What If I Say Please

What a sensational display. So sentimentally arrayed. Such a theatrical gesture. these specialized effects, they fester. So don't appeal to me parading like a pantomime I mean. It's unfeeling and I'm unwilling; let me be. What if I say please? What if I say please? Cry your premeditated tears, so tenderly, so insincere. Such feigned, calculated reasons, these warm smiles, they're freezing. So don't appeal me parading like a pantomime I mean. It's unfeeling and I'm unwilling; let me be. What if I say please? What if I say please?

 

Minutes

Love to take minutes like these, minutes of peace, and keep them close. In this light, little to hide, here by my side, and so connected. Surreal ease, leisurely free, hushed and serene, head to toe. Can't say why I'm suddenly shy, humble and mild, and so contented. Is this real? Am I still here? Still killing time, watching minutes die.