You\'re growing tired of me
And how I care so much about everything
I\'m growing tired of me
And that\'s okay
He\'s sliding into your bed
A little drunk and it\'s gone to his head
He slides out of your bed
But you\'re okay
And that\'s okay.
I gave myself another cliche
Roses and chocolate for valentine\'s day
I turned myself into a cliche
But I\'m okay
Because you\'re okay
And that\'s okay.
I had the dream again
Of myself flying through nothing
And pretending that all my love
Was reciprocated
Just once.
Just once.
Just once I wish I could grasp
The clouds around the waning moon
And throttle the stars that glare
In accusatory silence
At all the actions I have wrought
And let their quiet fading voices
Cry out into nothingness
And blink
A code to any approaching life
That this planet, this country, this city is cursed
And their starships wink against the nothing of space and apologize to the people that are trapped in her wrought iron embrace.
And mother will never let her babies go.