My Idea of PerfectionYou know I show my interest in the things that you say,
and everyday you greet me with a smile stretched across your face,
I like the color of your hair under fluorescent lighting,
and the difference between when we argue, and when we're fighting.
You put your hand in my back pocket as we walk along,
You tell me sometimes it doesn't feel right, but I know that it doesn't feel wrong...
The sky will never be grey...
so long as you choose to stay,
The sun will sometimes shine bright,
and the sky will never change to night,
so long as you choose to stay.
You think that your laugh isn't very easy on the ears,
you know I find it to be just about the cutest thing I've heard in years,
I like the way you say my name, unsure of how to say it,
You know your way around a guitar, and I love the way that you play it,
Remember the time that you slept in my bed all day long?
This is just my idea of perfection, and I know nothing can ever go wrong...
The sky will never be grey...
so long as you choose
I Need MoreMy love, why do you try to hide
the smile that keeps me warm?
I need more than just the cold.
Sweet love that has disappeared,
where do you go when you feel worn?
I need more than what feels old.
Brother that I think so dearly of,
why do you do what you do?
I need more than what I'm told.
Dear one that thinks highly of me,
why can't you tell me the truth?
I need more than I can hold.
Metaphorical AngelsThere's a color for every season,
A mood set by the regularity.
There's a truth behind every reason,
you just get it metaphorically.
You fly like metaphorical angels,
soaring high in the heavens,
yet you're so down to earth.
You're the mood of this season,
Sad, but happy to see it's you.
I'd call you, but I don't have a reason,
and I don't think I'd get through...
You're like the metaphorical angels,
when you're around, the stress lessens,
you're just so down to earth...
for any of it to be true.
You can't say that you don't
smell the smells of this season.
You can't say that you won't
give me at least one good reason,
for turning out to be better than I had imagined.
You're turning out to be better than I had imagined.
You say you're no metaphorical angel.
Tell no lies and ask no questions,
Bring me down to Earth.
I'm only speaking metaphorically...
Stylized PortraitsYou love him more than he'll ever know.
But didn't you say that about the other guy three days ago?
How emotions change when we don't really know them.
Oh, how it must be to live in a world
where one relationship only lasts a week.
I love you, baby.
You say the sky is my limit,
so long as I stay within it.
No one lives past the surface.
No one lives where we know they don't live.
But what else is out there?
I keep secrets closer than any enemy or friend.
I keep them safe inside, where no one can get to them.
You can take all of my friends and enemies,
but I've always got my secrets.
And you don't know them.
Stylized portraits that portray the evil as the innocent.
The quality of the art is not always a matter of opinion, but a matter of intent.
Did you make this to express yourself?
Was it as shallow as most? Or was it deep like some?
I never know what's really going on.