Maker Mine

It's ironic that I'd die for the chance to live again

Spreading my wings as they brush on tree's floating on the wind

Makes no sense that I would lose it all just to gain one honest belonging

Holding it so tight because it asked me to free myself from yawing

These are the serious moments described as the same old agenda

And it takes that special look to find the one hidden within pretenders

If it's out there I'll find it, going to any length possible

Deep down inside I know the feelings and their hard to kill

So I will stuff it down and ask myself out loud just to make sure

Is this protection for my sanity or to find someone that's pure

It's never enough and there's no complete trust

But how could I ever hate the opposite sex

When it's fee they are all I have left

This is my last resort to make the picture worth it

This is my last chance to kill off this weak defensive stance

Because they say in this world there is someone for everyone

But I'm struggling to find someone that hasn't experienced everyone

And I believe that finding the perfect one has nothing to do with perfection

All I can hope for is finding salvation in a traveler walking the same direction

I'm using a harp and a piano as a serenade and a warning

Sending a message to corrupted searchers dedicated to exploring

My feet are firmly planted where I stand

and it would take all you have to knock me down

Because my strength comes from knowing

that one day she'll come around

It takes more than 30 days to truly get away

Using suffocation as elation, to start molding clay

From a makeshift wedding band to a personalized skeleton key

Even I agree that being alone is a definite possibility

It's all lip service, with a worthless purpose

Experimenting with love because you curious

My testament is courteous

I still believe in covering puddles with nothing but respect

But I need to learn separation to keep from getting too complex

But when the connection loses clarity, I turn into an oracle

Struggling to be cordial while passing judgment in my own thoughts

I'm a loyalist to a conformist that changed right before my eyes

Making it perfectly clear how easy it is to slice right through my ties

Here is my obeisance to the female intuition

No more thoughts of settling down until I truly learn to listen

For the signs of fixation and warning signs of dying intimacy

Sleepless night and lonely conversations to tell me what is killing me

But I offer deep eyes and a trustworthy disposition

By granting freedom with a home to come back to completing your vision

I have the wisdom of 50 birthdays jam packed into 23 years

Steering myself into oblivion looking for that equal match

And I have sucked all the innocence that I can from these frontiers

So I turn the lights off in this empty room and fade to black

My leap of faith is connected to walking down that aisle

Holding the hand of my shadow enjoying her smile

No more compromises my lessons will still be learned

Walking away from the flames that carelessly burned

I never doubted her existence with every secret that I kept

I say a prayer before I die hoping that there's some time left

I never doubted her existence with every secret that I kept

I say a prayer before I die hoping that there's some time left...