and she came from seattle

my head is heavy, so much thought
can i rest on your chest
your heartbeat will lighten it

from box car races to little white lies
that grew.

i wish i was transparent
almost a ghost
we'll haunt the past
till it dies
because it doesn't matter
anymore
let it die on its own as a
matter of fact
i will never look back
i will look forward
forward into your eyes
and breathe you in
until my last breath

i will draw circles on your
back with my fingertips
until they cramp
it'll be worth the pain
then again i won't be
it'll be what every inch
of what my body needs

my heart is lacking rhythm, so much
regret
can i rest my head on yours?
your beat will tune it
from the shards in the time machine
to the collage that will no longer
exist

I'm going to paint you a picture
that will stay
i can't and i won't help it
the only past i want is when
we look each others eyes and say
"remember the time when.."
then we fill in the blank
with whatever future history
we will have
no dirty play grounds
no bullshit

no more searching for my light
its right in front of me
with green eyes
i don't want just a piece
i want the entire picture
frame and all
once i wrap my healed arms
around you, i will never
let go
i will grip with the right amount of
pressure
and with the right set of weather
no matter which one
and......she came from seattle