And It Started To Snow.

My mind is gone, i'm moving slow, my heart is on my sleeve.

Old photographs remind me of when we were so aimless.

Blue eyes against blue skies, but it was in the night when I came alive.

Running into your arms on the sidewalks, being held at your height,

I was so filled with worry, I was surprised you could carry my weight.

So sad, so many lows, I was just digging a hole.

Going to hide away somewhere where time moves slow.

A fog that will never be lifted, sunshine never appears.

I'll slip slowly into darkness and i'll learn to understand

exactly what I am afraid, and what exactly you posses,

that makes me want to burn your picture in the fire,

but at a simple glance, makes me want to smile so wide,

let out all the happiness inside, you're not what I want you to be.

But how you truly are I will never know... I will never see.

"Raven," you say, over and over you play that same tape.

"Raven," you say, over and over again you explain to me the Macy's parade,

all over in splattered colours were the infinite arrangement of Robin's Egg Blue,

and some type of pink that you wore so well.

You said you saw the moon spinning backwards, said that there was life in outer space.

Light coming from the sky at night where there are no lamp posts,

no familiar faces you would recognize.

Where everything would seem foreign, no disguise would match the sorrow.

Barren lands, and corn fields for their farewells, and goodbyes.

"Jesus of Nazareth! Sweet Jesus of Nazareth!" Pointing fingers at who was to blame.

Dead scholars say that history could never be tamed, difficult to believe if you think of it

as a written timeline in a book with no spine.

Bending back and forth across the lines of fact and fiction.

You were too real too be right, too right to be wrong.

I felt you, I know you, you're voice sounded to true,

I felt you, you can't deny that I ever held you, and your voice it sounded so true!

Now when I hear the voice of angels, I'll be too use to them.

Won't be able to believe them when I hear them won't be able to follow through.

And I know they'll give me guidance, and I know they'll give me hope,

but don't expect me to follow them when they're leading me back home.

I want to forget the patterns that you took to get into my heart.

I want to feel the urgency again that lead me to fall apart.

And it was who you was so hopeful now i'm calling out your bluff.

Saying "no it can't happen," but you have waited long enough.

Now we're left calling each other out, rebuking all our flaws.

I'm staring you down and now the claws come out.

You're holding grudges at the top shelf waiting for them to tumble down,

and there's so much at stake, but why do I feel like I have nothing else to lose?

Because when you found me, and I found you.

It never felt like a gain...

just another entry to the cycle

of lust, and loss.

It's just lust and then you're gone.