blue

I don't know why I do
the things that I do
Writing and singing notes I believe to be true
Help me sing something besides all this blue.

I don't know why I do
the things that I do
Writing my analogies and crying till it's through
And the words that I write are just blue. Blue.

I don't know why I do
the things that I do
Painting with these strokes so tired and so few
The picture that I paint, just washes of blue.

I don't know why I do
the things that I do
Tried to dive deep but no matter how far I flew,
I can't swim through this deepness, this ocean of blue.

I don't know why I do
the things that I do
Listening to the songs, I know are for me from you
I have to climb up over this mountain of blue

So I can be through
with
blue.

life in the movies

Goddamn Sunset-ending movies with their happily ever afters and I do's
Where is the remote?
Daydreaming of meeting Mr. One
Catching a glance across the room… eyes lock, a flicker of light
Put the glass down on the table and saunter across...
we start to dance
And we just "know"
Waiting for my Nick Drake song to fade in and signal the closing credits…

the battle of reality and romance

Under the covers, book in her hand
Sirens out the window; neighbors comprehend
It's too cold to go outside, stars overhead
Turn up the heat, say good night to love and go to bed

The night just a seedling, the band takes a rest
His brow sweaty, he slips outside and sees he missed her text
The air so warm and in the morn it will be as well
He gets back up. Just close your eyes, forget you ever fell.

Reality and romance
Do I have to pick just one
Structured desks and pay checks
Romance would be more fun

Reality vs. romance
Just a girl. Just a guy.
Book my tickets, let me fly
Romance wins, let me fly