I thought of writing you a song in a tired repetition of the words I meant to sing you all along but never did.
I have some great appreciation for lunar tides and roses and my heart always intends to beat for you but rarely does.
Well, here are fingers that have reached for anything they've wanted; how often have they broken in the door? And here are wings that I unfolded [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/for-aegis-lyrics-after-the-sirens.html ] at the bottom of an ocean and wondered how I never left the floor.
I always gravitate toward comfort but I'd kill for my convictions so long as you don't ever make me move. You always do.
I guess I'm sick of building bridges over six inches of water so when I can barely breathe for me, will you?