Last Words

I’ve got no more cards to play
All my hearts are on my sleeve
I’ve got nothin’ else to say
Nothin’ you’d believe anyway

That would ease the pain of feeling no pain

I’ve got no more memories
They’re all up on a shelf
Manufactured ghost stories
I tell the younger versions of myself

To ease the pain of feeling no pain

You don’t have to write any more wrongs
And I don’t have to feel any more hurts
‘Cause I will sing my last songs
And you can have your last words.

I've got nowhere else to go
So I'll just lay here a while
Talk is so much easier, I know
Than walking when you're down to your last mile

But just because its easy doesn't make the pain worthwhile

I’m sorry that you can’t feel my love
I’m sorry that I can’t feel any shame
I’m sorry that I left your hope bereaved
At least you'll always have me left to blame.

Soliloquence

Mindless: written impotence.
Fervent pen's dance can’t condense
The essence of this present tense.

Taproot

When time branches away and promises sway in the breeze
When wars uproot and lovers leave I will stay and be your giving tree
I will stand over you when you lay down
I'll sink my toes into the ground beneath you

Cradle and sleep you in my shade

Wherever you wander
As long as you thirst
I will hold the deepest
I grew here first
I am your taproot

I will drink the sun’s burn and drizzle it over your lips
I’ll give you my skin to turn between your fingertips
I will catch the wind and whisper it to you
If you listen it says everything you already knew

Don't you be afraid

Wherever you wander
As long as you thirst
I will hold the deepest
I knew you first
I am your taproot