Goodnight Moon

Don’t go to bed yet, love. I think it’s too early, and we just need a little time to ourselves. If my wall clock tells me that it’s 4 in the morning, I’ll give it hell cause’ I’ve been trying way too long, to try and be the perfect song. When our hearts are heavy burdens, we shouldn’t have to bare alone. So goodnight moon, and goodnight you when you’re all that I think about, all that I dream about. How’d I ever breathe without, a goodnight kiss from goodnight you? The kind of hope they all talk about. The kind of feeling we sing about. Sit in our bedroom and read aloud, like a passage from ‘Goodnight Moon’. And sing for me softly love, your song for tomorrow. And tell me my name’s the one that’s hidden in there somewhere. And dream for me anything, but dream it in color about we know the sun’s still rising and we don’t care. Cause’ I’ve been trying way too long to try and be the perfect song. And there you were, as I saw my Juliet.
Come graceful down the stairs. It’s hard to miss, the way her eyes light up the room, and steal the air. Just feel her lips lock on to every breath I take, and breathe it in. Do you feel us falling? ‘Cause I feel us falling.

Ready and willing

He’s just that boy, from out of town. Only stops here twice a year. He says your pretty, and he adores you. Reciting dialogue from classic romances (dialogue from the classics that he steals).But Scarlet my dear, he doesn’t give a damn about you. Overrated boys, and attention starved girls. A little curious, a little insecure. They call it love it might be premature, but they don’t need excuses. She’s just that girl, from another town. Know her name by the letter of city and state. Brown hair, blue eyes, she’s about 5’5”. She’d never lie to you, but fidelity is no concern when you have become this. To feel used, to feel lust, to feel wanted for once.
To know there’s somebody else who’s dying to feel anything. Ready and willing. I guess now it’s safe to say sincerity has become a lost art these days. And if it’s just to drown attention, or maybe cool the friction. I think it’s time we cleared the haze.