I love how sweet you are to me but I can’t really understand why you hang onto a bitterness that taints your taste.

I wonder where you want me to be because I find myself hanging on like an old wet band aid. I feel as if I’m waiting for you to tear me off because that’s when you’ll find your satisfaction.

But no. Just pray.

Tell me that you look ahead and see me somewhere there. The demons from your past have no place for where I want us to be. 

If you have a minute, why don’t we go talk about it somewhere only we know?

Grab a hold of my waist as this brown spotted horse gallops across grass sweet enough to eat. If you fall asleep and lean on my back, you’ll miss me singing.

Let go of a name and we’ll be light enough to soar past red balloons and waltz between the sunrising clouds. Do you know I have problems falling asleep? My tongue is set on fire.