Sometimes, I hunt for the depth of your eyes.
To think that just now I know
what I thought I had known for years.
It magnetizes inside of me;
...
I don't think you're sure of anything
and if you were, just where would you be?
In order for you to be actually happy
You just might have to have me.
...
I always fall behind
in some aspect of not being ahead
Though I'm not really sure where I'm supposed to be,
somewhere, somehow I guess I just fit in here.
...
I don't know where the road ends.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not even standing on pavement.
Those days, it feels like I'm in quick sand,
and I wonder if the center of the Earth will care enough to stop me.
...
I hope it's not too late
to put in a request.
You're a month away,
so maybe there's still time.
...
If everything happened
exactly as you want it to
would you even know what that might be?
...
When you're not around,
I turn you into a song.
I channel through
the world of lyrics
...
It's funny how what you need
becomes only what you want
funny how it crawls around
in attempts to redefine its insides,
...
I swear you'll never know
exactly where my mind has been.
I'll never say how low I got,
or how I begged to get back up again.
...
You just might be a savior
even though you're just a stranger.
You just might hold the shield.
You just might have the power
...
"I was away from you
While you were hurting.
I chose to burden others
With your pain, instead of
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I think we’re made to miss
Anyone who once held us
Because there was a time,
No matter how short or how selfish,
...
it's funny how
the smallest bit
of once inconceviable change
can bend the edges
...
If I'd been
a little stronger then
maybe I wouldn't be
so broken now
...
You can take
the simplest phrase
(with no condentation besides
existing only as a response
...
I've been doing all these things
trying to fill that slot
you used to occupy.
...
If you're anything like me,
you're gonna scrape your knees.
If you're anything like me,
you'll hold in every sneeze.
...
Depth Of Your Eyes
Sometimes, I hunt for the depth of your eyes.
To think that just now I know
what I thought I had known for years.
It magnetizes inside of me;
conforms together with my free-will and typeless judgments,
and I am left without a clear view of the actuality of it all.
I don't know how you define yourself,
or if you're capable of characterizing yourself into a solitary phrase.
I'm not sure if you've given yourself any insight on the you that I see,
but I know exactly what you are to me.
There is an exploded bulb of light inside you.
I am drawn to it; intrigued by it.
It shines through you and onto me.
You provide a warmth that even the winter months could not steal from me.
There are times that I might overthink you...
I could make an evaluation out of a simple smile,
but I am looking for answers that you can't vocalize, so
sometimes I look for the depth in your eyes.