i really could have been yours
i guess we all complex buildings
with too many floors
i guess we are all complex beings
with too many flaws

i would really like to show you
but i do not know the security code
the one that opens your eyes
i only know your insecurity code
that brings on the dark and not the lights

and they all,
come with a catch
i sometimes leave the door closed
sometimes i put it on the latch
and i sometimes let the cold blow in

how many times
can you let someone down
how many times
can you turn someone away

learning to read and write
learning to take the punches
but not those in a bowl
i am lost at the bus stop
the bus never came

the things we built
and to all those dreams
that we yield
they are as empty,
as a jar of broken promises
as empty as an open field

the sponge is okay
they soak it all up
they help you move on
they soak up the emotion
they soak up the tears