the vast emptiness that has taken up residence in my chest has given me a second chance
i have a type, and it's wielding feelings like slick weaponry
i wanna shoot you down, and drag you back with me
but, will i once again let regret rain down? dropping bombs that sound of change and send me further out from now
it's just, i know you see past my eyes directly to my brain, the way we look at eachother - it's hard to explain.
we leave verbal words for the rest of our deaf/dumb friends. we communicate like two book ends, the compliment our relations create make the elements melt away. it's only us on those days. and when we share those looks i drop straight to a dream.
i'm barefoot in the den and you're in the kitchen and we're sharing laughs that span an entire house we won't ever come out from. and centuries down the road our blood will still flow in the great make up of the whole damn earth. and it's something we'll never quite know.
i'm sure that love will take us, at least back to your place, if we ever do get vocal.
i know exactly when we met, how i never saw someone like you, happy as a fool, like me i believed there was distress and restlessness underneath. i can't wait to let you explode right onto me.
