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Timid to revisit certain memories, on the pretty curtained roof I hash out melodies.
Sit with my pen to start over again; seems nothing comes out unless I dwell in complication.

Seems we have built our own cage.
Trying to be free can take up your whole day.

I wish I could recall the way you made me feel before I had to question if the life we had was real.
In a stupor of sorrow, I had been deceived.
Now the gift of patience is the least you can give to me.

I no longer need to see the cherry blossom trees.
Those tarnished blooms have lost some of their beauty.

Through the force of captivation I follow you still, as I try a little harder to inflict my own will.
Then you suspend time and make me believe there's no other place my body should be.

Naked in the forest, I'm still a baby.
No such thing as transgressions or fallacies.
The water is falling to wash over me.

The clouds began to pour their rain;
it's gonna stain my shoes as I think of how I placed the blame last night.
I put everything on you.

I tried to be louder than my voice could e'er be heard, so I used rage, baby.
Now all the lines are blurred.

I could attempt more to explain, defer responsibility, but it never takes away the pain.
Put down my guns; take a harder look at me.

Truth be told, I'm not as innocent as I wish I could be.
It's hard to know I've failed again as rain sounds drop so beautifully.

Amazing how explosions of the heart can take me down.
It's days before I start to come around, come around, but I come around back to my knees.

We've been fighting again. But if I lay down my pride, I know we'll survive and love will win.

So if you'll please, baby, open your arms again;
I'll make it worth your while if you can forgive my sins.

Could my feelings change?
Yes, I know it's strange to have the foresight of the coming years,
so I speak a mantra to fill my own ears.

I've got to know you now.
Still secrets deep in your furrowed brow.
Continuously put at risk, but a woman's heart ain't afraid of this.

I know I'm a fool to promise anything more than today.
But there are laws in my heart I just can't get around.
I would feel so much better this way.

I want you to pin me down;
don't want the world coming around.
Sometimes I think I've seen enough.
To erase the past can be rough, but I'm ready.
I know what I want.

I'm ready.
I know what I want.

I'm not a fool to promise so much more than today.
There are laws in my heart I am learning to follow.
I feel so much better this way.

He will keep you hanging on; all the ways he makes you high.
He will keep you hanging on, and he'll be the one to make you cry.

All this back and forth, how I go so many times.
I sure love you, baby, but I know that I've been blind to the things I don't want to believe.
But they're chasing after me.

There's an ugly fear that's been knocking on my door.
I refuse to answer but can't keep it out no more.
It is pouring in; seeping through the cracks because it feeds upon our sins.

Should I really be this damn confused?
With all my doubt and screaming, what is there to lose?

Oh, the scent of your skin has sunk so deep within my memory.
You've got ahold of me; I may never be free.

He will keep you hanging on; all the ways he makes you high.
He will keep you hanging on, and he'll be the one to make you cry.

As soon as I begin to leave my memory is my enemy.
Visions of only your charms cast a spell on me.
Oh, I'm dizzy thinking about the past that I will always carry with me.

I know I shouldn't be this damn confused.
With all my doubt and screaming, what is there to lose?

Oh, the scent of your skin has sunk so deep within my memory.
You've got ahold of me; I may never be free.

He will keep you hanging on; all the ways he makes you high.
He will keep you hanging on, and he'll be the one to make you cry.

He will keep you hanging on, and he won't ever, ever let you say goodbye.

I am happier forgetting the parts I don't need anymore.
Please brain, you can keep on suppressing what I intentionally closed behind that door.

I put in effort sifting through those sorrows.
I did my time buckled on the floor.
Can I please get on with tomorrow?
Stop dragging chains of emotional gore?

Who unlocked the demons?
Don't they know that I am not as before?
Years have power and I can't see any reason for looking back to what sends shivers to my core.

I will edit as I please, cauterize the wounds that make me bleed.

A dream came to affirm my actions.
I've done what I needed to survive.
On the path not every step is pretty.
Some memories don't need to stay alive.

Burn the pictures, I am on to greener pastures.
Tear the pages from the books you wrote inside.
With each breath become what you are after.
It's true what you've heard: all will heal with time.

Exercise out you demons!
Hear my voice: you are not welcome anymore!
Years have power and I'm demanding freedom!
Don't you know that I am not as before?

I will edit as I please, cauterize the wounds that make me bleed.

We are one in the same you and I;
wandering about under the same sky.
So why, oh why, do we make each other cry?

I can't fathom how evil ever wins.
Walking through the city in late July, I met the devil again.
As I reminisced in the bar that night, still clinging to my friends...

He threw up in a garbage can, laughing out loud;
belligerently urinated in the middle of a crowd, and he followed me home.

He followed me; on this Earth he's free to roam.

Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!

He is hiding in the tunnels of the subway lines;
don't let yourself be blind.
Dark ambitions are running this town;
I don't think I'll stick around.

I've changed.

Blending our illusions, gotta make things happen fast.
Trying to keep up with this race;
there's no way I'm gonna last where the winner is the one who dies with the most cash.

He is hiding in the tunnels of the subway lines;
don't let yourself be blind.
Dark ambitions are running this town;
I don't think I'll stick around.

How do we ever speak that way to one another in tones that complicate?
Be sweet.

I tried to pass through the kitchen as you spoke.
Fixed on a mission your presence broke.

Could two people ever communicate like they should?
I should have kept walking, but in the kitchen I stood.

What could have been simple had now just begun.
Amazing what there is to gain when you have power over your tongue.

The flood gates burst open when I feel I've been shamed,
when maybe I should realize you're just trying to explain.

We spiral, we spin...
Come down here you lovers; let empathy win.

Soften your eyes so I can recognize the man who
picks me off the floor and keeps me wanting more.

I believe firmly in taking space.
You'll like me better if we slow down this pace.
If given a moment, let me reiterate:
Once the steam clears my ears, I'll begin to hear straight.

Be sweet.
If you gently speak I'll do anything you please.
Be sweet.

Wondering where I belong;
no matter where I am I feel wrong.
One thing's for sure: you shook up the earth I was walking on.

Did you come to whisper truth into my ears,
or am I just mesmerized by lust and fear?
All I can do now is sit here alone.

All I know is that I don't want to make you sad.
I love the pleasures that we've had even if they disappear tomorrow.

I'm sorry that I'm so confused.
It's not my intent to torture you.
Stay away from me and you'll save yourself from sorrow.

We could be so happy, baby, if I only felt free.
Even with all these synchronicities, I don't know what I believe.

So many voices filling up my head.
What to keep and what to shed?
Until I have clarity, I'll lay here frozen in my bed.

'Cause I worry that I'm too sad.
I keep on trying and can't forget the past.
With all this love, how can it be so bad?

I think about having your baby.
Do you think I'm crazy?
Hold me close; no, just let me go.

Because I don't want to make you sad.
I love the pleasures that we've had even if they disappear tomorrow.

I'm sorry that I'm so confused.
I want to stop torturing you.
Save yourself, honey, I'm too full of sorrow.

I put on a record from a night we were in love.
The memories came flooding back and troubled me because
I was watching two ghosts giving up their souls.
We've changed in so many ways,
now which way to go?

I'd almost forgotten what it felt like at first.
You were just a stranger, but you made my heart burst.
But here we are today fighting our way.
Is this just what it's like to be husband and wife?

We came to each other for one reason or another.
I never could have seen this coming;
you gave me so much more than lovin'.

As I dance by myself to that old song, I melt.
All five years heard in one melody;
I got down and knelt because it shook me right to the bone
to think of all that you have shown me.
I do not regret these years; I pay homage with every tear.

We came to each other for one reason or another.
I never could have seen this coming;
you gave me so much more than lovin'.

Now I am not the girl who moved here without fear.
I feel more like a woman, but still my path, it ain't clear.

But I am going to be okay. I hope that you will do the same.
But oh, those nights under the super-moon; how I wish they'd have stayed.

We came to each other for one reason or another.
I never could have seen this coming;
you gave me so much more than lovin'.

I'd begun to plan things different than what was in your head.
Solemnly, I stared into your soul as you slept upon our bed.
Should I rouse this dormant beast, or let it sleep in peace?
Give the man his freedom. But what about my needs?

I never meant to complicate; what we had was going great.
It's beyond control; it's mother nature making me feel this way.

I thought I had rid myself from religious plots.
It amazes even me to find out that I'd need your promise of eternity.

I am trying to shed this previous notion of what our culture says I should.
It's not doing any good at this point in time.
I'm going crazy in the woods.

I could be alone.

You tell me we're forever, so please explain the fear of ceremoniously blessing our love;
proclaiming it for all to hear.
You're not the one to blame. I know it's me who's changed.
But I'm asking you to come with me.
Help me through this vulnerability.

Who is the girl you love?
Who is this girl you love?
She takes the form of me and even goes by my name,
but are her and I the same?

How do you see me when I cannot see myself?
Instability, insatiable needs; you better lock this love before I flee.
No, wait; leave out the pressure. Lets just go on being 'cause you're exactly what I need.

Sitting in my room watching flowers bloom,
yet totally consumed with how far I am away from you.
Physicality means nothing when it comes to distance.
Isn't there something I can do?

I'd lost track of my mind, and it's not the first time I thought I'd risen above it all.
But pride comes before the fall.

Can I lose this part of me,
so I can have someone so sweet to sleep beside me every night?
I know now; love means letting go.

I can't stand when I wake holding on to any pain.
I drank the devil's drink, and now I must explain.
Self-inflicted complication, I believe, has become a bad habit with power to control me.

I will lose this part of me.
I want you to sleep beside me every night.
I know now of what I should let go.
For love I will let go.

I can feel the breeze sweeping through our valley.
It's a wind of change; so necessary.

I was called here to evolve,
and you loved me though my problems weren't yet solved.

I could lose this part of me.
What I offer will be clean.
You'll see the clarity I've found by letting go.
There are some things I'm happy to let go.

Last night, alone in the basement I thought about what you've said,
and I shudder to think it just disappears.
Was it all in my head?
I don't know.
I've never been certain of anything in my twenty-eight years.
I don't know.

But the silence it kills me and so I will drift away from the pain; I've no patience.
Darlin', I'm weak and I'm afraid I can't sustain.
My heart is yellow as the desert flower.
I know I'm a coward.
I can't face this damn situation.
I'll try to forget all the sweet things you've said.

Love will be the death of me.

And intentions don't cover reality;
we're torn apart by selfish desires.
There's a force that drew us together.
I knew we were playing with fire.
You're bound to get burned when you stand so close to such a powerful thing as love.

Love will be the death of me.

My heart is yellow as the desert flower.
I know I'm a coward.
Still, I long for two arms to hold me that won't let go.
Still, I thank you.
Thanks for the feelings, my very sweet friend.
I wish you the happiest end.

Here I find myself back in the very place as a year ago
and yet nothing looks the same.
Load the car with our provisions; constantly change.
Take me for a ride West Coast, West Coast.
Will we ever find, find, find what we hoped for most?

Oh, peace;
tranquility's ghost travels through the trees upon the breeze
searching for an able-bodied host.

Could it be our happiness is made by our minds?
In the same regard sadness could be left behind.
So why do I sit here weeping while you sleep?
Take me from this place to the West Coast.
Maybe the sun, sun, sun is what I need the most.

Oh, I have the choice to live right here and now
or keep longing for some future, distant dream.
If you're living in the present please show me how.

I can fill my blood with wine on the darkest of the nights,
welling as I process the passing of time.
How do I do things of which I don't approve?
Emotion took control; stay cool, stay cool.
Will I ever learn to think, think, think before I do?

Oh, the one I love most, how do we ever fight.
Sensitivity can be my curse, but I'll take it as a blessing tonight.

I guess we finally made it. What are we doing here?
Sweating at some stranger's; nothing seems clear.
Thirty-six long hours driving through the night.
Was it worth our efforts? Such things will cause a fight.

Maybe we'll find our answers in the ocean's waves.
But until they're revealed I'll feel a bit insane.
I miss my family back home in Illinois.
Why must we travel so far to find our joy?

It seems at every corner things they look the same.
People eating, shopping; we're all playing the same game.
But then again, why do we do anything?
Am I wasting my time sitting here rambling?

It takes a change to open up your brain.
I guess I'll leave it to God to explain.

I learned the best lesson that week with Uncle Pete.
He had what's most important, ultimate purity.
I need it now. Wash over me please.
Help me decide what for the world to bring.

I'm sorry sometimes I can get so blue.
Yours is the kind of love that pulls me through.
I will travel with you near or far.
You are forever embedded in my heart.

In the night you're supposed to dream vivid pictures usually unseen.
But there's one who always stays awake in a cycle he won't ever break.

Turn the knob, vapor fills the room.
Now for hours, totally consumed.
Pacing back and forth across the floor,
every night you search for something more.

Oh my man; not one of this world.
I stand by to hear the secrets he unfurls.

May the spirit come to you.
May your thoughts not haunt you.
Make beauty.

It's rare to find someone who's set themself free
to live in a state of spirituality.
Devising comfort you formed another way,
'cause you can't accept living a normal day.

The monk needs solitude for revelations that haven't been construed.
In daylight, community influence is shown,
while the darkness invites hearts that are your own.

I've been taught by you to have the courage to seek the truth.
Society's distractions prominently take a hold on hypnotized masses;
few break the mold.

Oh, there must be something more than
monotonous completion of American chores.

May the spirit pour out of you.
May this love take care of you.
Make your beauty, oh, life of beauty.

We've been caught in the in-between it seems.
Aimlessly following what we think might be our dreams.
And who's to say that we've wasted a day?
When we spend them side-by-side I think we're living okay, okay.

It's been weird to see how fast a chapter fades.
Sifting through confusion while Mercury's in retrograde.
I've learned a thing or two through traveling with you.
I will lay to rest my fears all because one will hear
and hold me near, near, near.

I wake up late in the afternoon; the daylight's nearly through.
Countless things on my list I never got to do.
But not all is lost; I've still grasped the western pulse.
Tucked in Shadow Hills, California; you've given me my fill.
I feel, feel, I feel... I feel, feel, I feel.

Inevitably time takes your friends away.
I cannot help but feel betrayed.

You have got your own life;
it's clear to see that it doesn't involve me.
I still hope you're happy.
I feel, I feel, I feel... I feel, I feel, I feel.

Tucked in Shadow Hills, California; you've given me my fill.
I feel, I feel, I feel.

Am I trying too hard to pick this life apart?
There's a damage that goes with the way I expose.

I can hear my mother say:
"Of course life can be gray when you're spending your days
focused on your own pain. Why don't you step outside?
Take yourself off of your own mind."

These are things I've always known but need constantly shown.
Please tell me one more time so I can stop my crying.

The life of waiting for the muse; oh, the hours I spend confused.
I'm surprised when she appears,
but in these moments it's clear she is the meaning of life.
Worth rummaging through emotional strife.
There is truth to reveal. I'd rather not live behind a shield.

To be content you will often find that boredom trails close behind.
Perhaps I romanticize; it's in the longing I feel alive.

A man stretching on the floor as I finish up my chores.
Please say you're not bored with our day after day after day.

I've spent the last couple weeks on simple errands,
washing the sheets, checking things off my list of to-dos.

It feels so little that I've amounted to.

I can hear my mother say:
"Of course life can be gray when you're spending your days
focused on your own pain. Why don't you step outside?
Take yourself off of your own mind."

If you will take me to the beach maybe I'll finally feel relief
amongst this concrete. I need a reason for being.

Now that we've traveled so far, loaded our life up into a car,
I've come to find I'm losing my mind in these Los Angeles times.
Our old river spot seems divine.

Sure, cities can be bright with their pretty lights.
Some find them the best way to see life,
but people have greed that rubs off on me
while nature reminds us to breathe.

We already have all that we need.

When you submerge my feet in that salt
it de-swells my ankles as well as my heart.
I feel that God is here; he whispers
through the clouds while the sunset dances around.

So, tonight as I go to close my eyes,
I'll give thanks to the living community for holding me,
so sweetly, in it's universal arms, where nothing can bring me harm.

Last night I awoke from a terrible dream,
shuddering in the dark, reaching for your arm to cling.
With your hand in my mouth reaching deep inside me,
I started to scream but you couldn't hear a thing.

There's a witch on this beach, and she chants through her speech.
It is "darling" she says, but she has made a haunted bed.

In my palm a rose quartz, I try to shut off my brain,
meditate away my fears, convince myself I'm insane.
Baby let's drive across the USA, if we just get away our love will make it all okay.

There's a witch inside me, and she's trying to deceive.
I am scared on my own so I follow your lead.

Endless as waves crashing in from the sea,
you will always be longing when all you want is everything.
Like the mole crabs I watched burrow in the sand
I know I need to be alone, but baby please hold my hand.

I've got my love on the shelf and now nothing can be felt.
No sense in putting forth an effort if you don't even love yourself.

Demons pluck me from bed like they're gathering flowers.
With such impressionability they know I'm easy to devour.
With pure love in my heart how do I always go wrong?
I guess these thin, bony ankles don't help me stand strong.

There's a witch on this beach, and she chants through her speech.
It is "darling" she says, as she sleeps in her haunted bed.

Open as a vessel, feelings begin to flood.
Not clear to understand what takes over my blood.
The condition of being human and all that it requires
is a weight from time to time, as the Earth conspires.

Hard to speak so I must show emotions as they surge.
For the perceivable universe is not primarily words.
No, the perceivable universe is not primarily words.

Worry creeps itself inside, stealing precious time.
Moments lost in anxious thought, masterfully blind.
The panacea, breath deep to keep the soft brain cool.
Learn from the trees as they teach,
just being alive is all you're supposed to do.

Hard to speak so I must show emotions as they surge.
For the perceivable universe is not primarily words.
No, the perceivable universe is not primarily words.

A picture of two lovers from a summer's past.
She wears his white t-shirt as she cuddles up to his bare chest.
He holds her and is sincere in the way he gazes as if to say
"she is mine, she is mine, she is mine".

All that it means to belong is present in their faces
on the floor of an unfinished apartment,
white walls and flea infestation.
In the muggy heat of a Pittsburgh summer
they choose to spend their lives together, together.

He holds her and is sincere in the way he gazes as if to say
"she is mine, she is mine, she is mine, she is mine".

Remembering when we were seventeen.
Wandering around oh so carelessly.
We were practically just two little babies.

I thought back then I'd be safe from the world.
He said "I'm going to marry this sweet little girl".

But oh no, where did our love go?
I'm stuck so I guess I'll just put on this show.

It's a pretty good thing that I learned how to sew.
'Cause there's mending to do before I can let go.

I didn't think twice about giving my life.
A wife as a teen knowing not what it would mean.
After all, Jesus had said I should follow this dream.

But I've seen now just how love can leave.
So without a ring on my hand I'll forever be free.
But still somehow I need to believe
I'll find love so intense that I barely can breathe.

Oh, I know we didn't mean to lie,
and he loved me so much, just doesn't know how to try.
Oh, I take a deep breath and sigh,
'cause I finally found the peace to say goodbye.

I float into the atmosphere, I sacrifice the body.
A war wages on in fear, the battle it is bloody.

You don't know when it will come, but when it does my friend...
You'll be singing songs of love, giving thanks till the end.

I dreamt of flying way up here, but now I am dying.
Something real has disappeared, it's lost with all the lying.

I see my shadow floating by, I think of days of when
the old grey ghost was my true love, and I thought I could win.

You don't know when it will come, but when it does my friend...
You'll be singing songs of love, giving thanks till the end.

A moment comes and not to soon when beauty will appear
and all the rest fades away, including my old fear.

Sailing out for different points, they try to make their way.
Spirit, body I am told, will meet again one day.

You don't know when it will come, but when it does my friend...
You'll be singing songs of love, giving thanks till the end.
You'll be singing songs of love, giving thanks till the end.

I've begun to fray watching my life play.
I hope it's a phase; I will be okay.

Been getting skinnier by the day, I guess I just like wasting away.
'Cause when the summer shines, feelings clogging up my mind,
got me spending all my time...

Eating nothing but the sun. Nothin' but the sun... Girl you better run.

Am I predisposed? Destruction I disclose.
When everything is going fine inside I still explode.

Seems you just can't stand not holding someone's hand,
you never have a plan, but you got your man. You need a distant land;
only way you'll understand how to face yourself alone.

How does anyone know which is the right road?
When hearts they pound for love, but the selfish brain still glows.

My friend, she told me of her frights, images haunting her at night.
While her lover holds her tight, she shook there and she cried.
Seems no matter how she tries...

In love you can't be free. Aching possibilities eat away your mind.
What should you leave behind?

Today you looked at me with distaste while changing a flat tire;
I loathed you'd put me in that place.

But, a lover is a mirror, that's why relationships are laden with fear.
We want to be deserving, which takes some bending, breaking, burning.

Of those natural, selfish tendencies, emotions run high.
In this life of co-dependency, don't want to say goodbye.