The Promissory Note of First Class

I miss you much and I hope you know I want you here to call my own,

Oh so call it living, 

But last I checked your arms were thrown around my neck,

And we were dancing,

In a candlelit room and the music was melodic,

Romantic

Something that I've long lost,

My darling how I need you here,

Why am I wasting away; every day,

Send me your way in a brown box and you can find me at your doorsteps,

I don't care if its raining,

Or early; or if you're not even home,

So long as I see you,

And you see me,

So long as I continue to carry through,

The motions, we made hidden by candles, our feet hardly touching ground, and with the music, romance was our only sound, and I can hear you singing already,

I can hear you already,

As you pass me by,

As you've passed me by

Coming Together, Falling Apart

It took seventeen years for my dreams to fade away,
While blank walls, blanketed in hollow frames of fire,
I tic at the wink of an eye, blurry from the beer she poured

Keep these miracles; pray
For our fathers well, we tossed away our rights to break the surface
Under the red blankets of blood we keep well behind these walls,
We've blank slates of comatose hours away at the blades, and every miracle we prayed would last

So help me God the ground beneath this stone is getting softer and my view is getting smaller,
And in the small scheme of everything
I still only just got here,
Full of kerosene
Blocked off with fear