• state of grace state of grace state of grace state of grace

    storm overhead -
    the unexpected troubles of my dream
    to be delivered in the corners of my mind

    darkness overhead -
    don't know if i'll ever escape this mystery
    full of what i didn't have and what i used to be

    grace overhead -
    feeling ever-present in this struggle
    there are certain things that i want to be
    now
    there are certain things that i want to have
    now

    light overhead-
    glimmer of hope surrounding
    there are certain things i have made myself to become
    now

    state of grace state of grace state of grace state of grace

    about as often as a texas snow
    about as futile as a dream
    about as wasted as we want to be

    it was perfect, the way we could have been.
    do you remember board games at 2 in the morning
    do you remember late-night taco bell adventures
    do you remember the shakespearian insults
    do you remember how the vodka turned out to be water
    and we were too far gone to tell?

    when i got onstage that evening i meant to stare you directly in the eye
    while my soul was pouring from my throat and from rusted guitar strings
    but i couldn't muster it, so i looked away and my voice rang out to collapse the light into earth but it was for you.

    i sat at our table today,
    it was cold
    but we weren't. in my dreams.

    state of grace state of grace state of grace state of gr-AWAKE NOW, RED-EYED FRUSTRATIONS RIMMING MY EYES WITH HUNG-OVER BITTERNESS, ASKING MYSELF WHY I NEVER FELT MORE COMFORTABLE THAN LAYING IN YOUR BED AS YOU WATCHED TV, ASKING MYSELF WHY THE THINGS I TAKE FOR GRANTED ARE THE ONES THAT ALWAYS WALK AWAY, ASKING MYSELF WHY MY ONLY SMILES ARE IN WHISPERS OF YOUR NAME.

    WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER, IT'S COLD AND I'M TRYING NOT TO STAND OUTSIDE METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING, AND ALL I REMEMBER IS YOUR WARMTH WHEN I THOUGHT I COULD BE HAPPY.