The Big Picture

Disregard my foolishness, the one that made me write the letters wrong

I’ve been reading from another book, the one with pages ripped and chapters gone

It’s high time we set the bar lower

And low and behold I am older, but wiser only some

We will become

It’s pointless to point out

Our mistakes and troubles we grew out of

We will become

Ourselves.

Love’s an end to a broken means

The answer to a question you forgot. 

It’s all we’ve got. 

Love’s a girl in a yellow dress

Laughing softly smiling at the sun

And then she’s gone

We will become.

Save your small talk for the mail man

I want to know where your soul is 

Is it out there on the road, by the ocean or below the land?

Let’s hope it is

Because my eyes will sigh when I just can’t cry

I can hear you die alone

Let my fingers taste what my heart embraced

So long ago

So long ago

When did you lose your fluttering

The insects that would crawl inside your gut?

Did they fly away just all at once or single file in the most expensive way?

Let’s hope it was. 

Because all of my intentions were printed on their wings

And their sensitive antennae could only pick up what I sing

Because my eyes will sigh when I just can’t cry

I can hear you die alone

Let my fingers taste what my heart embraced

So long ago

So long ago

I become my father with each passing day.

With less love to give, and more lines to say

I’m filthy rotten, down to the bone 

Hoping to find loneliness all alone

Righteousness and self-satisfaction

A narcissist with good intentions

A bad case of the what-ifs

A bad case of the what-ifs

I guess you’ll never know this

But I’m absolutely full of shit

A bad case of the what-ifs

Get a script, because this dialogue

Is broken and it’s so cliche

It’s not you, it’s me

Me and my faults my wrongs my hopeless songs

We’re all just reading along

End scene

Righteousness and self-satisfaction

A narcissist with good intentions

A bad case of the what-ifs

A bad case of the what-ifs

I guess you’ll never know this

But I’m absolutely full of shit

A bad case of the what-ifs

If it means anything to you, I really, truly love you.

I’m just a mess, mess of a heart

A man who’s the sum of his parts

If it means anything to you, I really, truly love you.

I’m just a mess, mess of a heart

A man who’s the sum of his parts

Righteousness and self-satisfaction

A narcissist with good intentions

A bad case of the what-ifs

A bad case of the what-ifs

I guess you’ll never know this

But I’m absolutely full of shit

A bad case of the what-ifs

Righteousness and self-satisfaction

A narcissist with good intentions

A bad case of the what-ifs

A bad case of the what-ifs

I guess you’ll never know this

But I’m absolutely full of shit

A bad case of the what-ifs

And I write these words with heavy breaths, anticipating regret.

Rinse out your reservations

Dry your eyes, and stop the shaking

You’re not tied down, not yet

It’s natural, expected

You’re young and you are reckless

Definitely a wreck, and definitely a lesser man

Tell yourself it’ll be okay, tell yourself that it’s not that wrong

We live life in moments and moments need to be won, everytime

Living in the moment, living in the moment

Dying in it too. 

You’ve found a hand to hold, a set of eyes to get lost in

There are those who long to love, and those who love too long

And get bored, but why? Isn’t that a sign? 

Or better yet a test, that I haven’t studied for just yet

Tell yourself it’ll be okay, tell yourself that it’s notet that wrong

We live life in moments and moments need to be won, everytime

Living in the moment, living in the moment

Dying in it too. 

Well I’ve made my mistake, or maybe my bed

I can’t decide if I’m proud of the life I’ve lead

I’ve found my anchor, I’m just not ready to leave the ocean yet

I’ve found my anchor, I’m just not ready

So what do you do, you do?

Do you hold on and save her for later?

Or do you let her go, and hope she swims back

I don’t know

I don’t, truly, know

Tell yourself it’ll be okay, tell yourself that it’s not that wrong

We live life in moments and moments need to be won, everytime

Living in the moment, living in the moment

Dying in it too. 

Let’s see those million dollar eyes

I’d go bankrupt for a glance

I’d end the world for you baby, 

If I only had a chance

I can never get enough of you

I’ve never held you for more than a second, if that

Why are you always running away when I need you?

I’ll wear you on my wrist but lose you every single fucking day

I’m old enough to know better, young enough to blow it

You’re a sexy single slut and you’re fucking everyone I know

No one will ever have you and you couldn’t be happier about that

The only way to kill you is to kill myself

We’re all running late to the end of the world

I’ve seen you die a million times

Right in front of my eyes

And it never gets easier

Thanks for your time.