when you want something-
everything seems all about using your hands
to get what you want.
i've crawled on my hands till they've bled,
only to wake up and see the sun still hanging in its place.
its the simple things like hearing a train pass in the middle of the night, and when i feel like i'm the only one who can smell the honest scent of love on your smooth skin...that can give me what i want.
if i could run my fingers through your life for a minute, i would be there when the days seem too long or too short.
but all of this seems to have been done with someone else.
i want more time, more of you.
i can break away from everything (i thought), when rain washes the streets you can start over.
take a deep breath,
will this all fade into rejection...
sometimes waiting has more meaning,
halfway across the room false beliefs,
and a blanket of smoke.
