neptune

Sleeping At Last

pitch black, pale blue,
it was a stained glass
variation of the truth
and i felt empty handed.

you let me set sail
with cheap wood.
so i patched up
every leak that i could,
?til the blame grew too heavy.

stitch by stitch i tear apart.
if brokenness is a form of art,
i must be a poster child prodigy.
thread by thread i come apart.
if brokenness is a work of art,
surely this must be my masterpiece.

i?m only honest when it rains.
if i time it right, the thunder breaks
when i open my mouth.
i want to tell you but i don?t know how.

i?m only honest when it rains,
an open book with a torn out page,
and my ink?s run out.
i want to love you but i don?t know how.

i don?t know how,
no i don?t know how.
i don?t know how.
i want to love you but i don?t know how.

i want to love you?

pitch black, pale blue,
these wild oceans
shake what?s left of me loose
just to hear me cry mercy.

a strong wind at my back,
so i lift up the only sail that i have,
this tired white flag.

i?m only honest when it rains.
if i time it right, the thunder breaks
when i open my mouth.
i want to tell you but i don?t know how.

i?m only honest when it rains,
an open book with a torn out page,
and my ink?s run out.
i want to love you but i don?t know how.

i don?t know how, know how, know how,
i want to love you but i don?t know how.

i want to love you?