Elizabeth: Reprise

Every time I drink words run like a river from my limp lips. Maybe they're the tears that my eyes never shed, maybe they're the thoughts I thought were dead. I don't know anymore. Maybe you would, if you could. If I could say...I don't know maybe I would know. I love you he said, she said nothing, maybe I don't know. Or maybe she doesn't know and hope is worth waiting for, but under these orange street lights everything is "No". I hope I don't know, I hope she doesn't know. Every time I drink words like this run like a river from my limp lips, my finger tips tap clumsily away above my loose hips. I think that maybe they're the tears that my eyes never shed, the words left on my tongue...dead. I don't know maybe its all in my head, swimming from bank to bank, wandering across deserts, unprepared I'm wandering hurt and fake; drowning in front of you in your lake.

On Falling

People try to figure out problems like me, to draw a diagram of something simple, something we can all understand, so you’ll all understand. So you can say I knew it all along. So you can say “this is your song”. That bird doesn’t sing though. Not songs for you. They asked me to take a pencil and write the last time I felt something, they gave me “safe” and I gave them nothing. I sat there staring; a revelation surrounded by one hundred others. I think some of us are always falling. Like at the start, we were pushed from the nest before life taught us to fly.

Dark Days Came

Spill and shatter into the street,

Like broken light bulbs,

Fallen from grace, fallen from right

From the light

Crushed like so many paper cups,

Water cooler talk for the caffeine hogs,

Emptied and pourn out, and left to be destroyed.

Falling tenderly into graves.

What women will weep,

When we’ve fallen into the streets,

Into the streets

Morning

Passing out like no one ever saw,

Turned into your shadow,

Drawn into my shell,

My hell,

I’m out of my head.

In through the window,

Green, gold, and white,

Come to wash the dark away,

Replace it with light,

Wind chimes and birds,

Sweet breeze and words,

Make me forget those yesterdays,

Make me remember today

Refugee

When all the beauty is gone and only ugliness is left, I will ask where have all these sheets gone? Where has my youth gone? When this contract is aged, and the sex is done, where will you be when we’ve all gone wrong? These dirty sights, they’ve all treated you just the same, sides split bleeding on the street, and I’ve come to leave here; to leave me. It’s hard to speak, when you have no words, when every syllable is a trap in a stall. I say jump to the road side, we’ll lick our wounds, leave all the sheets, in the streets, and they’ll be gone. We’ll run away, if only you could see it. I wanted love, you wanted it all. Forget it all, let them sit on their gawking throne, seeing nothing at all.

Who will heal all these souls of young mistakes?

Pour Vous

...et même les prostituées ont pleuré

Elizabeth

We were in love until we said it.

A Lover in Père Lachaise

This world it didn’t love you like I did. Like a jealous lover, it took from you then tried to bleach your beauty. It defiled it and nearly ruined you; but I know you, I knew you. No one understood a love like ours; there are some people that don’t understand love at all. You know I still love; I still love you like I always did. I raised your stone; it was beautiful like I said I would. The world will know you I swear, I’ll make them see. Times will change, ends will come and they will know you I swear. I will make you live forever so you will never leave us alone again. We all need to be in love all the time. I raised that stone like I said I would. I left a space in it for me, so we can always look at each other, so I can be a piece of you like I always wish I was. I still love,
I still love you like I always did.

Us In the Middle

The world needs more of us in the middle. It needs dreamers and lovers, not sides and rules. We'd be better off if we started to kiss instead of kill. The world needs more of us in the middle; pink boys and blue girls. We don't need flags or symbols, all we need is the symbol of you and me and them and us all together; the same. No one needs their sideways glances. The world needs more of us in the middle. We need a quiet revolution, the sound of lips and smiles, pressed and searching. We could make a world where everyone was beautiful; where love was free and we were too. The world needs more of us in the middle.