Friday, September 2, 2011

head cold romanticism

you thought i was lying when i said i'd come back for you
as if i could forget
how we laughed over champagne
while love hid on the other side of the street with broken fingers
i guess i always thought you knew
knew everything about me just by looking in your head
i guess i always thought you had everything in there

to me the epic moment
was the toast that broke both our glasses
just as night began to birth itself
after making love to day in the pool
to me that was the moment that said
this is the epitome of all things
this is what life exists for

though my body wanders through acres of circumstance
my spirit always watches from well within the trees
communing with beasts and shadow
waiting for your word to bring me forth
waiting for whatever we chase to come
waiting for whatever we ignore to go

you thought i was lying when i said i'd come back for you
when it may very well be the only true words ever uttered