Let me tell you how I feel, and you can toss it in your travel bag,
for the days when the rain pours so hard, and the sun has decided to take the day off.
Let me tell you about your blue eyes and tainted love.
Your metaphorical stones and my easily breakable bones.
I guess I bruise easy.
The smell of morning rain brings me back to days with you.
The days I spent playing Nintendo in the basement.
The days when I woke up to see the sunrise, because the light actually meant something when it touched my skin.
Bring me back to those days.
I never woke up at 7 to put on a tie, and a mask, and confine myself to derivitives.
I woke up because when the birds were chirping, and all the 9 to 5 workers were tossing in their beds,
those blackbirds were trying to tell me something. They were trying to give me a taste of what it's like to fly free above.
Bring me back to those days.
When we never worked on Christmas.
And school was a place of freedom and trust, and their was no time for judgement.
I used to wonder if I'd ever reach 6 feet, and if monsters only came out in the dark.
Now all I wonder is why teenage hearts die so young when there's no one to love them. And why pieces of paper tinted green can make life change its mind, and death becomes the winner.
The king of your heart. The ruler of my mind, and if I'm really the master of my fate, and the captain of my soul then why do your words mean so much to me?
Love. It's a strange and fickle thing. But if there's anything I've learned, it's that life is about love, and if you haven't loved you haven't lived. And even though I hate to say it, I suppose, I love you.
3 simple words that can't seem to find their way through my clattering teeth.
Let me tell you how I really feel.
But one of these days there will be no need for this life line between us. I'll reach out to grab it, and you'll already have it packed away in your travel bag. And 2 words will forever ring in my head:
Remember Me.
