Longing For Highways Again

Itch

You are not safe for work
You look evil, they say, when you’re sharpening your blades
But I keep coming closer
With that smile on your face, I can’t possibly stay away
I wonder what it would cost to delight you
Because, see, I could crawl
Through barbwire and grime just for you to share your time
It’s silly, I know
Curiosity gets the best of me and you’re simply an anomaly
A little itch in my palms
A scab I keep scratching and picking
Something driving me insane because I’ll never pick your brain
You might be evil
Surely, you’re playing the part, thinking of violence as art
But your violence has a charm
So I keep coming closer
That smile of yours could very well be the very last thing I ever see
And I, too, would smile

From Wire To Wire

Surface & Depth

Dissolve

Sand is slipping through my fingers
As the nights are losing light
My summer love just came and now I’m watching it fade
There’s nothing I can do and it’s sort of terrifying
Already brokenhearted over a love I have yet to lose
Already sentimental over the little things
Fresh cut grass and gasoline
And the distant buzz of hard working bees
I’ll admit that it always feels out of my reach
Like there’s something hindering me from the beauty
It’s not enough to admire it from a distance
To watch it as it’s slipping away
And it’s not enough to pause the moment
Not to hold on to it, but to be in its grasp
To dissolve into it before its very last days
Anything to make this an eternity