Any time I see the night I lose my mind
I find my light inside the lines that I can't write
inside the crime of my first fight
where riddles go to die
and limericks come alive
I know my time is finite
but
I think my space is sliding
through the limited tries
I got one chance to do this right
but I've never been able to define
right from wrong
you from me
this from that
the only difference between
words and hurricanes
is I never expected my lips to devastate
I was just trying to spit a rhyme
to light the spark hiding in your eyes
to fill the breath you left behind
I caught up but I'll always let you down
a waterfall puking out spectrums of why not me
eating the answers I scraped from the bottom of all my bottles
use them to see spectrums of my complete mess
standing on the horizon is as easy as it seems
we just feel the need to make gales out of breezes
so I've always got my kite and string
in case you blow my way and bring
a gust of everything that we were singing
back when we were singing
