Do you feel safe, beneath the stares of dim lit lights? Never hearing the numbing whispers, The knowing calls and unknown response You've got a way with words b...

Every piece like you is delicate When puzzles count for more than rhetoric Your answers, your questions, your half-held head So we're taking the time to see thr...

Late nights and brake lights Are all that we know, And timelines forget the cities they image There are promises that we should keep And miles to go before we s...

We're moving mountains, isn't that enough? We're taking turns at turning backs, And forgoing our love Distaste Is inevitable, and leaves a bad feeling in your c...

I'm giving up on the thought of coincidence It doesn't seem to suit much anymore You can change the way you read the lines, But don't stop You can rearrange you...

Do we walk on sand or streets? It's your call We won't walk much anyway A story's untold of hands That hold the key to all That's locked up in you Let's take ...

Let's meet where the paved roads end Make sure that we're secure The cold words sit on frost-bitten lips, But words, like knives, should cut through Each glanc...

I won't say the words again Even if I mean to I think I'd rather leave both our hands Holding mixed opinions, Withholding lungs, and unanswered questions It's n...