Burn it down or build it up…I’ll be by your side,If you want me there.Wherever there is.Whatever you do.I’m in.So consider meAnd consider you.And consider inviting me alongWhen you are ready. Wherever you goWhatever you doBuild it upBurn it downGo bigGet smallLive largeLet goStay homeFind a new placeI hope there is space for me.
Sometimes I’m no longer satisfiedKnowing your thoughtsAnd hopesAnd dreamsKnowing your nightmaresAnd feeling your feelingsBeing inside your head SometimesEspecially late at nightLying in bedThinking of your handsYour armsYour eyesYour lips SometimesI want to be satisfiedBy you
Don’t waste your breathe on meWhen you’re drowningSave yourself, I’ll be fineSwimming on the surfaceWaiting for you to rise. If you reach up, just a littleI’ll catch your handAnd draw you upPull you to meAnd away from the lies. Or dive under to find youIn the deep.If I drown with you,In your armswhile I suffocate,…
Don’t waste your breath on mewhile you’re drowning.I’ll survive. Gasp for air, I’ll breathe for youFill your lungs with airAnd keep you alive. If you sink again,I’ll reach deep for youAnd begin to dive. I’ll carry you awayHold your head upLet me drive. Until you breathe againAnd float to findA new way to thrive.
All I want this nightIs to lay in your bedWarm and close and softWhile you touch meJust so sweetlyWith your hand on my waistOr your calf between mineOr your arm all around meWhile you sleepAnd I dream aboutWhat could be.
Every night I praythat I mightFind a wayTo reflect the lightOf your faceBack into your heartAnd fill you up withAll the love thatOverflows for my partWhen I hear your voiceOr look in your eyes.I want nothing moreThan everything for youLike I find pouring from meWhen I simply think of you.
I wish you were crawlinginto my roomsmelly and dirtyfrom a long day’s workso I could get you a pilland a drink of waterand take off yoursocks and shoesshirt and pantsand put you to bedand hold your headto help you sleepfor real.
There are birds in the parkWho may sing a songPassed down through generationsOf the girl who loved a boy There are birds in the parkWho won’t believe the songUntil they see it for themselvesAnd you kiss me again. There are birds in the parkWho were born this yearAnd those who will dieBefore you are here.…
Let me see your faults and caress them. What you feel are flaws are only the lines dividing what is uniquely you from what is banal and undesirable to me. Give me all of your broken pieces and warped sensibilities that I could hold them too. For I don’t want just the good in you.…
Dance me to the end of love and let me rest upon your song for only then will I be Done and all my faults will be long gonewater and sky might someday fill the great divide between what is now and where I hope my heart resides