and rock me like a child.

i woke up eight times today,

each time seemingly as painful as that prior.

it's funny the way the body works.

i didn't realize by way of repairing myself

i'd be left with such shitty repercussions. 

but i guess sometimes those re-energizing days

come at the most optimal times.

i threw a rope around the moon,

to hang a hammock,

for us to spoon,

and rock away amongst the stars,

and hold the earth,

as if it's ours.

the rest of existence is playing a part,

and thats what i'm scared to succumb to.

i don't want to be in a box,

i want to live without walls or ceilings.

infinite.

but i'm afraid that they won't let me.

if there's nothing more important than truth,

then why is everyone a liar?

if there's nothing more sacred than love,

then why are we all such whores?

the truth is that there's no meaning behind the rhythms anymore.

the truth is that whatever the fucked up nonsense is that goes on in your head,

it's all you're ever going to know.

we lost our purity back in grade school,

so we'll spend our lifetimes searching for the next big thing.

and if we make a couple bucks along the way,

then i guess we came out winners.

but, who really wins this game anyway?

from the tips of your fingers,

to the backs of your eyes,

i love every ounce of your being.

but i can't go any further

on this endless trail

of four word conversations

& missed phone calls.

i love you but you're hours too late.