2/11/2007

I want you ever closer
move too much to account for touch
we’ve been holding off on what we want
wanted so much
but not enough to make it worth
the amount of hurt we’d incur
and I could never force your hand
incite a decision
I just wouldn’t feel human
a little less than being
I’m tired of waiting and waiting
and I’m tired from being awake
so maybe they’re one and the same
and I can last a hundred more days
--
this is the shortest winter ever
another year of fear and disease
waiting for my feet to freeze
standing on the edge of the street
hoping for a car to get me
because you’re too far for me to walk
it’s too hard for me to talk
when I can see my words in front of my face
the wind picks up
carries my breath away
but the sound of my song still lingers
and I’d stick my finger in each letter
if I thought they’d fade away
but they stay and I see
I am still the little kid in the cold
waiting for the scent of snow
to coat this world in white
and remind me it’s all right