If I Was A Wishing Well, I’m Going for Broke

so they took me down by the river and left me stranded
to find any sense in who I am, when I have barely landed
the man they were looking at was just a case to a broken guitar
and with nothing important to hold, I must’ve been deemed useless

you must’ve been redeemed when you found out you were important to hold
and that the man you were looking at was more than just broken
we will find sense in who we are when we are barely falling
we can wash our pains away down by the river and we’ll be calling

as the seconds fall down the wall there is a loss of time for this world to exist
and without a bomb in clear sight, there is a loss of something more than just you and I

we will see where this phrase gets us, but if its up to them we’ll fall a few cents short
and if I was a wishing well, I’m going for broke and calling this shot of love a little side dish
where do we really remain at the end of the day?
and they called me fake.

a heart so fresh in to the world gave me a reason to believe that its possibly actuality
and as our breathing slows down, or as our hearts start to race, there is no finish line for love
just a starting point that is only at once determined.

In Reality I Swear, We Will Get Through This On Time

between the trees, I can see you running this way
I’m underneath a rock, with my back turned to the ocean
above the clouds, I can still feel His presence.

I walk through this two dimensional world hoping to find something with texture
all of our shading is incorrect, and our anatomy is slightly configured in a different way.

we can’t compare bruises from here, we will have to wait until the sky falls closer.
in reality I swear, we will get through this on time, but not before the train leaves home
I can still hear your footsteps,
I can still hear your footsteps, and baby I can still hear your last words.

they have nothing on us, they barely know your name
I swear someday you will float away to a place far away and never look down
I will play my game under the moonlight tonight and become something that even I am afraid of

only in a dream can they fade us to gray, and only in a dream will they phase us out.
I’m the last thing to touch your lips, and like a poison, I will be the last thing you see before tonight is over
and your dreams will fade us to gray