Shame, blame, the name that makes them all collide
I’ve grown, I’ve crumbled, I’ve moved on- yet her I stumble
The reason I can be better- your curse delivered by letter
Imagine, I expected more..
Lately, I imagine what for?
Did you signify reason?
Or have I been consumed by the sweet high of infatuation and Riesling?
It’s a drug we succumb to without ever raising a thumb to
Not caught in a moment, but the world trapped in moments that move you
How they push and they pull, come and go
We ride a waives crescent until it dissipates and is no more
Riding the surface of the your experiences with hopes not to be overtaken
How many doors and choices that become obvious I should have taken?
But this song is not about a man who is forsaken
It is a song of hope, salvation, and Southern twang
A recollection of moments that pass as eternities while we dance drowned in rain
The look in her eyes across from you that doesn’t numb but transcends any and all pain
Five letters of a name that equate the five letters of your heart
Was it written this way from the start? Or have we written our stories on nights such as this?
Is it possible that every obstacle can be overtaken by your kiss?
Will I recall these days with such certainty that your lips are the drug I’ve come to miss?
I’d wish to be free of this addiction, but not at the price of your extinction from my song
I’ll let my colors show, even long after you’re gone
The human imprint upon my soul
A romantic rendering of an angel that has never failed to glow
Often eluding even the plainest of sight
Yet how I recall with such clarity your shine- each and every night
In the rain we seemed safe
Bound to one another by the elements of this Earth
Time is the only entity powerful enough to transform blessing to curse
But to succumb to such a circular evaluation of our love will undoubtedly expedite our road to the hearse
At my best and worst and I feel your body heat through time, space, and the rain each night
My best, equipped with a smile as I see who I became when exposed to your light
My worst, cursed, versed with the ability to see your colors fade out of sight
Contrite, my self-conscious attempts to make the distinction
Even at the price of my soul’s conviction
Because in this trial I am both judge and jury
Guilty and innocent, with love, is one in the same
Bound by our mistakes
Written in one another’s fate
In love and loss there are no mistakes
But how I do remember our nights in the rain
And the five letters when spoken that will always be your name.