my arms are wide open over a city that's still sleeping, with their blinds shut closed and their dreams emptying into their heads. and as tough as it is to hear, in every direction i hear their singing. it's soft and lovely, twisting and bouncing off of the unoccupied buildings. car horns blasting and breaks screeching, it's the percussion to that symphony of sleeping citizens. footsteps falling and washed out whispers set a pale precedent. lonely people walk the streets in search of sleep or safety or something else with substance and potential to get them some help. or hope for a better morning-after with less cigarettes and bar stools, unknown names with chaser fools. their cries and moans clash the simple harmony of those i hear at home in bed, clearing their mind with rest instead of shots, trying to remember things they had once forgot. and i'm not sure if it hurts my ears as much as theirs but i'll feel it in my legs as they collapse on the stairs to their apartment, alone and afraid of the sun rising; for fear again that they'll start dying.

head vs. heart, it's how it'll always be, but i couldn't agree on how your life's tragedy could end up so twisted and risked for something better. with a pen in hand, i tend to hastily scawl out a few letters, with your hope hooked up to an IV and my eyes following the descending point on the LCD. is the truth to be spilled out now? while all the eyes are on the ground in that waiting room? oh no one likes bad news, especially me. those third degree let downs aren't making the recovery i expected. then again was i supposed to ready myself for the worst possible situation? don't you do that in your imagination when you know someone's hurting bad, you feel you've been had and you think of everything terrible happening at once so you can take the full force punch to the stomach if you must but leaving your heart completely untouched. can you really blame me for going to the extremes? searching for that one extra feeling of being alive; and if you don't heal soon i promise i'll steal you from that infectuous hosptial room, leaving this all behind.

and once more, i'm trailing your footsteps on a vast ocean shore that seems to stretch for miles and miles on end. you're just out of reach, keeping me tense and anxiously on edge. but i can tell, you're raising hell to get me rescued. when all i need is to succeed with getting to be near you. but now the cold water is rising up my leg numbing up my nerves with every second that i waste. with a smile on my face, i'll try to sneak into the center of your storm and sink my way to the bottom to keep from being torn. you'll rage and roar and pour all of this out. this is just something else i can't live with or without. but as i drag myself to the sand maybe you'll start to understand why i did what i had to do. covered in salt water and turning blue, i'm turning into you, emotionless and cold. sitting up, i'll smile to myself wondering how i got so bold to follow those footsteps and hold your hand, while you step into the ocean and i'm stuck solidly on land. the hollywood hills with shine me light to see where you're traveling; the palm trees flaming are ready to wake up this city haulting the haunting songs. the neon lights will stop flashing, my heart will stop chipping and yours will stop crashing; the cheering will subside and the drinks destroyed with intentions like a celebrity to try to be ignored. and as this will always end the same i fear, let's raise our glasses to the new year.

and could you leave me once again? giving me a late night episode skipping scenes in my head. please this all just sounds wrong and i can explain it only in fractions why i'm attempting this detachment; we'll cancel appearences after some time while you hold me down and i wreck your mind. but god i'm so in love with you, making this feeling burst and bloom. it's so true. yet could i even begin to break the news to you? should i use metaphors and similes to show you that i can't comprehend this curse i've called love? while you keep asking what wasn't enough:

it's the fact that you give my mind clouds, but that's the weather i like. you're a leaky sink of sentiment and you make me cry my heart out all night. give my eyes stars to see but you outshine them heavily. take everything you need and you give me it all back and i just can't stand that; the equilibrium is astounding and simple and overly fair. and i can't accept that one fear. everything is perfect and i'm getting scared. should i run away? because i'm already prepared. i feel like i should be spewing jealousy from my digressing trap. you cause me tangents with the most coherent grasp. oh it's scary and it terrifies me but you keep me coming back for more, while our single spark burns building after building to the floor.

maybe california's burning on sundays
maybe it's going to burn to the ground
while the showers pour black ice on the floor
so steam will rise up all around.