you tried to turn away my fears
shouting metaphysics in my fifteen year old ears
I dreamed all day of sneaking out the window
a sigh for every other breath
when you are joyful I feel better
you catch a cold that lasts forever
a quest and we are hiding in the shadows
beneath blue blazers and the smell of old books
your eyes are blue, your voice is deep
in half a verse you sunk my whole, whole world to sleep
and in a classroom underground
I am still aching for that old still sound
then we know that patience is the most important part
what's the point of being patient for a broken heart?
I wish I was as passive as a patient on a table
it seems to me that you will die as soon as you are able