Since when is every song an argument
every word a bomb
when put together wrong
you said i know i know i know the words too
i was there with you, i wrote them too
we said love is louder
than all this all this noise (repeat)
was your messy heart chosen
or was it overlooked?
are you the crazy in the corner,
writing it in your book?
a cynic with a cynic’s hook
waiting for the sky to fall?
were you to be taken from me
by word by craft or by bomb
i would rage into an army
and bring you back with songs
lean in, can you not hear the sound?
that the heart makes as she goes away
this moment is happening, we’re all in it
the trick is the recognition of little perfects
all hands up, don’t sleep through it
no one knows how much time is left.