Tendons.

And isn't it clever what weather can do?
It's almost like springtime, like summer's anew
A breath in my lungs and I'm so close to flying
But I take one more look and the summer is dying

Can't count the times I've begged leaves not to fall
I guess I'm just slightly afraid of it all
If it's so easy to die when your anchor starts crumbling
I'll try not to trip and I'll find myself stumbling

Most of the time I'm quite sickened by rhymes
And this time is no different.
Most of the time I can't bear to use "I"
Yeah, well.
Life is up here but you comment below.
Can't we talk?
I'm sick.

Wilting.

Isn't it odd how the strangest of dreams
Can convince our minds of the strangest of things?

Hands.

It's a struggle to find breath these nights
As I look at my hands in this pale, doubtful light
I want to hide from them, to lock them away
To fold my fingers and palms into a safe

I watch them tap on eternity's door
They're pulling at the strings of time
And when I wake, they'll betray me
And pull my skin down until my shoulders ache

Halfway between what I see and where I stand
Stop reaching;

Espresso.

It appears
I have developed a distaste
For caramel macchiatos.

Funny, isn't it?
They're too sweet and then too bitter.

Violent shivers --

Wednesdays are the crest of the sunrise.
Up, up, and away
Seeing through eyes made new
And it's on these days that I feel
No, I know
That my life is a free-verse poem.

This bit is about change.

Gonna see you all tonight
Yeah, I'm going home.
When I leave, I'll carry it with me
Pack it up between my lungs
Blowing kisses as I drive away
And you still have no idea.

Kyrie, kyrie.

"Melancholy".

A kitchen light on
My kitchen light on
How, again, do I do this?

Reaching my fingers out
Into pictures and into words
"There's a stomach inside my brain"

But how do I digest a shooting star
And how do I swallow the images on my wall?

Well, off my feet take me
Floating step by step
I turn around to check
Well, today they're there, tomorrow they're not

The bright shadows
Maybe they're following me.
With words of "How've you been?" and "Long time."
But do you remember us?

Do you remember the sand in the woods --
Pizza deliverers going up and down the elevators --
Do you remember coffee and the parking lot in July --
Do you my remember my endless questions --
Southside Ballroom, do you remember how you almost died --
Do you remember a plane to San Jose --
The stale air as we took classes in a church --
Do you remember all the In-N-Outs --
Running to the car in the rain --
Do you actually remember that basketball court
And the sleep we got on its floor --
Do you remember?  Christmas candies in the summer --
Do you remember that swingset and the lights --
Newcomb, and Newcomb, and Newcomb again --
Early mornings and God's fingers --
Do you remember movies on the carpet --
Highway across the lake and a soul across the ocean --
Do you remember tires on the sidewalk --
Jenga and parkour in the city --
Just Dance upstairs and cookies downstairs --
Making films in the street --
Do you remember the four of us lined up on that wooden porch singing our lungs right out --
Do you remember Six Flags --
Space in IMAX and then it was two in the morning --
Do you remember what it was like to cry beneath floodlights --
The path in the dark with a churning stomach --
Running from bees and your dog --
Do you remember the paint on the walls and our souls --
Skating like we meant something --
Do you remember how those hands shot up --
How we'd cluster under the shade, too afraid of warmth --
Do you remember the storm and the songs --
Do you remember all of our closets and bathtubs --
Going out in coats and gloves --
Do you remember, it was Ultimate all day --
Waterslides at night --
Do you remember the funeral and the movie --
And tell me --
Just tell me you remember that campfire.

So I guess this one goes out to Ryan Lee
Or to all my punk rock friends, whoever's still holding on
This love is like a sunset

Rainy days get to me.

Shooting Star.

A blur of you comes down the hall
But I'd better get my vision checked,
I'd better get it checked

The floor detaches from the walls
But the wind won't be so bad down there,
The wind won't be so bad