So yeah, you give me all these feelings in all
These places where my feelings shouldn’t be – like
Boxes I’ve thrown into the recycle and wine bottles waiting
For a purpose other than to be used and sometimes nothing at all
Matters except getting you to look at me as though I were more
Than you have ever known even more than everyone you have
Seen and all the promise and hope you could desire but obviously
I have skin to keep me warm and sometimes your eyes will flash as though
You remember her and I try my best to not care that I’ve fallen
In love with your image and maybe even that deep hole in your chest that
I sometimes fill with a projection of my heart but mostly I’m
Afraid that you’re going to get to liking that image so much that you’ll
Become so comfortable with a not-so-heart that you’ll settle for
Me and will always think of her and how she had the guts to
Actually put herself inside of you and sometimes I think that true love
Is just finding someone at the right moment when they’re willing
To give themselves completely to someone because they’re naïve
Or they’re tired of waiting for someone or because the moon is shining on
Their past in just the right way – because I see all these beautiful people
With all these beautiful feelings and intentions and even the rotten
Ones are easy to fall in love with so obviously there is more to love
Than what I can imagine, right?
Punching the moon for all its ridiculous thoughts because
Really it isn’t thinking and its you acting crazy and
That makes you feel as though it is a mirror and your
Reflection is ugly or smudged or perhaps you didn’t realize
You had grown so tall or your nose was straight but
Of course that doesn’t matter when there are cows and monkeys and
All sort of plastic things in space and out of space because we keep
Building and building and soon we’re going to have to go somewhere
Other than this chamber of the past where you could scream and
No one would hear you – love was like that I think sometimes
Because you once took my hand and told me you’d rope me this thing
Called the moon but you dont wait for me to answer because you were
So excited you had found someone to love so caught up in this thing
That you forgot to ask if I wanted the moon which
I obviously had no use for and if you had actually listened you’d
Have realized I hate material things and would have donated it
To charity or given it to some museum or perhaps set it free
Like that stupid rat you bought for us and said it was ours
Despite the fact that it wasn’t anyone’s rat – it was it’s own rat
You might have than realized I am my own rat and that you can’t own me
Or give me things I don’t want and so now you cry and cry and cry
So I tell you to stop and be your own rat but evidently you hate rats one
Day you’ll realize you love mice and actually the moon is just a mirror
To the fact you want to give yourself something that will make you see
Everything is as it seems which means seeing yourself as a rat or monkey
Or maybe you’re just a human like me and her and everyone other than
Those who are obviously not – because lets face it dude – you’re full of
Emotions and doubts and sometimes when I go to a river and see the fish
I wonder why it is they don’t try to stare at me or maybe
They are staring at me and sometimes you have to see that this world is
Really, very fast and if you don’t hold your breath and count to ten
You’ll never realize the world will still be under your feet or perhaps
It wont be and you’ll be swimming in space with chimps and plastic forks
But the sun reflects off of the moon and burns you to a crisp
Take this: a brother who turns his head this way and that
A community united around pictures of their breakfast
And a ridiculous painting that makes no sense at all
Except that when you look at it – it breaks yourself
In places you’ve never heard of or places you dream of
So take my word for it – enjoy this now and then thing
Where we take our hands and join them together
In upside down prayer for hoping that this is something
Or possibly even nothing (which would be worse?)
And it doesn’t matter if we end up turned this way or that
Or walking up, down the street the other way from each other
Because right now it is just this sheet separating us from the world
And nothing is keeping us together – not gravity
Not love or passion or thoughts or feelings or anything that was ever
An atom or molecule or string of actions because
It just so happens we like this veil and like to be touching and
There’s no more to it than this is where we have found each other
And it is better this way, I’d like to think
Humanity does this thing with its hands
Where it cups my chin and breathes into my nose
Even if it has just woken up and I try to leave it
But it always holds me very strong and I can’t leave it
Because bad breath is just part of life and humanity
Said that even if you shake the earth a lot
We wont all fall off but instead we’d fall into it
Because that’s how the world works and everything is
Made of everything except for love which is something
That is nothing which is why we’ve built it up into
Something and more than anything we’ve made it everything
Because that’s what you do with something you want
Except now there is no such thing as nothing and
My little brother cries at night when I breathe on his face
Because the mint stings his eyes and sometimes I think
About how all the objects that sit in corners really want a job
And that when I borrow things they thank me over and over
So maybe it doesn’t make me feel so bad but really
It makes me feel great because I’m doing a secret good deed
But mostly I think about how the world is balanced so perfectly
That even if there is a huge change in it – it still stays
And that everything is a line in a line in a line
And that books are full of whatever it is you lost on that rollercoaster
Or when you moved away or what you never said
And that when people don’t say hi to that boy they’re not going to regret it
Because sometimes saying hi is wrong
For people
I guess what I’m trying to say
Is that I love you – like everything and nothing
And this is no children’s story with hidden themes and meanings
Except really it’s just me telling you over and over
By rolling my tongue and thinking of you whenever I see
Blue or pants with a patch on it because you never have talked
About either of those things, and I wonder why