go ahead girl, tell your story

she locked herself in that room with a full view of a full moon.

its where where came to fly, when she wanted to dissapear from whats outside. 

i try not to make it obvious, she doesnt know theres an audience.

the walls are ribbon thin so its not my fault that shes listening. i cant make out every word because she sings loud like trapped bird. 

She looks out at the stores when she writes songs on her guitar.

A secret solo show she gives, sometimes she'll search for a line and i wish i could just give her all of mine.. but it would unravel if she found out i was in the shadows..

Familiar with the voice of the lonely shes lost in the noise of the wind blowing.. so go ahead girl, tell your story.

Cant wait to hear what tomorrow brings

and if you ever get to smile, ill be right here trying to reconcile.

My desire to admire your sadness and your gonna rise from the fire and the ashes. 

And if its the same to you, you ough to let me be the one to help change your tune.

Go ahead girl, tell your story

I love you to pieces.

understood

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it. But I didn't, not really. Only the smudgeness of it, the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it's the halves that halve you in half. I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits, the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.