don’t believe in magic
rarely believe in the truth
don’t believe politicians
or the holy roof

what is lost can often never be found
thankfully, life is not like television
or that television is like life
because in the end,
it would be the station and not the light –

would you walk a thousand miles
just for a smile
would you walk a thousand miles
and wait a while

another one, sit there
beg to be let in
and, after careful consideration
i put the rejection letter in the bin

i have managed a friendship
of which i am not so sure
so, i stumble around here –
trying to avoid pavement cracks

how many times –
has the surface been above me
how many times?
drowning is not fun
trying to use your lungs

i know it is selfish
and i know i should not be alarmed
but when i am breaking down
i want tow truck style arms

do not talk to him…
do not talk to her –
she is a snake in the grass
there is a secret she would not share

on the verge
of tears
of a hill
well i broke down
and still they did not seem real

not sure of who i used to be
or what i wanted to be
i believe i have always understood
if that is the case