Veneer to mask the pain,
it has become a cage with iron bars...

I don't know when
these words...

Saturday nights
wide awake...

I stand here,
my heart in my hands...

When you're crying
and you can't help but frown...

Everyone wants to know how to bottle the sunrise
but i have her sitting on a page...

Mondays smell like burning
saturdays taste sweet, like honey...

The rain pitter patters
on my not-tin roof...

Take me away
fly me across...

Beautifully, perfectly numb
your fingers are cold...

I am sitting here
waiting for you...

Sand on my toes
should be warm...