I will love you more often than the clouds vary
And I’m telling you, it doesn’t matter if our dreams prove contrary.
We’ll find a way to stop the miles from separating us
But in the meantime I have dreams of you to discuss.
We passed back home but I don’t remember you
Now it seems you’ll be the muse I pen to.
Forgive me for forgetting, it’s something I tend to do–
Darling, I’m weary and I need to feed off your love
When I lie worrying at night its your face I turn to for something to think of.
Meet me and take me with you out of this town
I need out of my current states—Pennsylvania and Down.
Give me something to look forward to—living and breathing
I only give—and replenish is so rare that my skin is seething.
My jaw clenches so tightly you’d think I was teething
And as I feel them crack and see my bloody mouth
I know now that I need to get out.