difficult waters

we stand where the land gives in to the harbor

and the rest of the journey is difficult         waters

but i can't think of

anyone

       i'd rather see

trying too hard is just

      hoping that you see

it's not about you

          it's not about me

                                    that much is a lie

it's just not about me

you drove away the snow turned 

        into rain

and your last apology

              didn't mean anything

you said ‘forget…

            forget i even came’

i spent the next three days in search of disaster

 with dylan

                   whiskey

                                    and all the best bastards

         that’s when the sad boys

                               lined up to see me

the ever-go-by shows you the picture

     then you decide that the small parts

         are     fiction

i’ll work on the world

                           you work on the time

                           sitting in swoon

bending back fingers

there's nothing i have    that's

   even worth stealing

you

                  underneath   

                                    breathe

‘my kingdom                            for a king’

            so

in a one window room

                  i make the decision

            the train rattles by

with a lack of precision

                  but you and all ways

find the tracks

                  that i need

    the sound of the air

is making me lonely

                  well   lonelier

                           that's better

to describe the courage

     to stubborn and stand

give the harbor a hand

this morning stands tall

    at a comfortable distance

from the truth or the past

                 whatever you noticed

       could take you away

take you to the sea

here's the trick though

 it's a bit late for changing

i wear this on my sleeve

cause that's what is remaining

and i can't think of

         anyone i'd rather be

                       late  

         on a friday

                  the stare isn’t moving

the figure descends

         and you won't get to me

circle the ones

                  that make you believe

            in

  suicide marks

      of procrastination

the something between us

                  won’t ever be patient

if you could marry an idea

                  then i'd be an idea

then the picture starts to fade

          it cracks

                  and it yellows

and you have to be

                  at rushford tomorrow

good at goodbye

                  isn’t something to be

      i'm broken

so fix me

   it isn’t a question

     i know that you're leaving

and there is no exception

but i still can’t think of

                  anyone

           i’d rather see

           to live                    is to fly

but that sounds like bullshit

    i don't know who'd believe it

and waste their time chasing it

                   but would you would you would you

come to england with me?