I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd

trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…

slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence

let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there

the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar

it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her