Stuck In Traffic

To look down from above

There’s no god in the heavens.

You won’t find it looking up.

Sometimes you have to see the world,

How the heavens would see… us.

In the boring, unique, and subjective.

In the small chatter across a dance floor,

In the old guard dog that lays brazenly across old sofas,

In smiles with a stranger,

And heart palpitations.

Even in the wind,

Or in a cold shoulder,

Burning knowledge,

And a bottle that’s broken.

You’ve been given all of the pieces to find,

What you’ve been searching for inside.

Maybe what I’m trying to say is the presence of any kind of god would be all around us.

Or maybe even within us.

-b

how does fate

filter through the stars

mingle with the constellations

inside my troubled heart

under a thousand lights

there’s still nothing as bright as you

Would you do it all again?

Would you tell me that you love me?

If time was running backwards,

Would you do it all again?

Would you tell me that you love me?

If time was running backwards,

Would you do it all again?

dont you know,

what you do to me?

you didn’t know?

well this is new to me.

where are we going?

who we gonna be?

i’ll take you far,

and be whatever you wanna be.

how did you take my heart?

my anatomy.

did you think it hurt?

well baby i didn’t feel a thing.

i tore it out,

so easily.

it’s always the stars that fall down

that never reach the ground

and then suddenly, my mind began to wander.

i love you, and i love you

it’s like when i breathe and i don’t even have to try

i see your face

memories i can’t erase

Voiceless voices

Amongst a scattered world

i threw myself into the wishing well

and all i did was wish you well…