my breath's a quiver now as if twelve months
was too brief a time since last fall
hell, did august even come at all?
dressed in silence but not silent yet
if words could say the things i want to say
then i would talk to you, i'd talk all god damn day
your face, a sunspot glowing silhouette
at the center of my vision when i close my eyes
when i'm asleep's when i'm alive
your smile shines like a burning sun
i know i shouldn't stare, but i don't mind
if that's the last thing that i see before i'm blind
paraphrase and dye my simple mind
define and make my words what you will
because they don't mean too much to me
i spend all my time now throwing paper planes
like wishes in a well, i've thrown so many dimes
that now i'm broke and now i'm out of time