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How romantic, to think two people floating amongst time. Spawn in wrong place, right time. How romantic, high five, maybe next time. Then again we float, the universe's favorite joke. How romantic, to leave it all up to chance. Questioning every lingering glance. Until one day, another place, a different face, our paths again pass. How romantic, to think out of every possibility it will work out… eventually.

I always wanted Like the movies Rain in my hair That smitten stare Compelled to Dance with me But we're in the scene Distance will win Piano notes on the wind You're boarding the plane I miss the train Imperfect timing I always wanted Like the movies It's just a dare The universe's trick snare But it's love Silver lining But we're in the scene Scared of the unknown slam the door "you're just bored!" Throw the phone Misaligning I want like the movies But I don't Want to be The one to run. Chasing taxis Empty parks Crying "I lost the one" I want like the movies two bodies Coming undone. Fate that couldn't Be outrun. But not the ending Where there's only Just One.

I could love you Like a hand of the clock Devoted in its circles Consistent in its chimes But you just hear The ticking Worried about the time

What if We linger by the door Uncomfortably Instead of walking away What if When on the fence Uncertain We ask them to stay What if We tell the world It's grown cold Refuse to flip the pillow The other way What if We linger in our uncertainty Say what we're meaning to say

I saw the glimmer, caught it right in the corner of your eye. I should have acknowledged it, but was too afraid its small gleam would die. Your scars are just one way for wounds to congeal. I'll hand you the torch, but you are waiting to heal. A boy in the forest, not making a sound, knows that he's lost, afraid to be found. But I'm too cunning. I'd just burn the grove down, know you'd survive it, pacing the tree line for you to run out. A trial by fire, a purging by force. Your soul's not heavy. Baby, let me show you, it's just bored. Trying still to earn what should be free, on that battlefield, armor welded with insecurities. Afraid to leave for something unseen. Afraid of love without you being a need. But I saw the gleam of hope before you buried it deep. I hope it felt weightless before the pills pulled you to sleep.