a sorrowed howl for a day id forgive you for your pain
pay up for promises broken
made for a moment
too fragile for romance

never meant to break
cravings a careless taste
for all that’s below you
and all that’s above me
there’s no way to say it
without sparing safety

distant faces for every other misconception
i know i never learned what happens not deserved
you’d hope that God gives you his graces
am i still a foolfor hoping
that one day you’d return what was taken

the sand likes me better
when the skin beneath my clothes is so much wetter
i’m still haunted by their wanting
entertainment made for lives with plans too boring

watching for water beneath me
i lay in your arms like a lamb to the slaughter
who would dare to give up brushed clean gloves?
i outgrew old sayings, swallowed by gourmet drinks
peachy and bright just like saints with their romanced lies