i broke from a dream and awoke in this the waking life
in waking, i lost the dream
and in dreaming i have lost much of life
awake to life
and waking still
like a devil in your suitcase
i wonder where i am
and where next
you will allow me
to unleash hell
roxanne
the song has been written
and the tales told
but the lips of yours upon mine
soft and full
echo an empty heart
and a broken promise
tears i will not cry
as the earth cannot waste such a precious drop of liquid
and the heart should not beat without these hands of time
that you have tied with the ribbons of love
the ties that hold
your young heart
to mine
and so young when i met you
so full of ideas of life
how this world has not touched you even slightly yet
and how jaded i can be and will continue to bleed
but that i may see you at this thanksgiving with your new lover
and that until then i might weep
and grow strong
and bleed all over
till i die in your eyes that have
thrown so much love at me that i defended
with my jade and iron
a sewed on button
a crooked bowtie
a lovelorn lover unloved
and me
just whole and calm
in my nicest shirt
in a town full of pennies and dimes
let me show you what a dollar can look like
just as
guns and streets
can make an oyster remember the sea
tonight i broke an E
tomorrow i will break a heart
and in time i myself
will break
snap
and splinter
but for now
i am stronger than leather
and the state of vermont
and so a pause can exist
we lose ourselves
we break it off
we walk it along
and away
and in time you call
as the internet is out
zebrasindenver 