Song For Isabelle

She paints in grey

And she closes her eyes

Till the fireworks and palm trees almost look alike

She looks up to me and whispers

I won't be here in a year

So I take the long road

To think and wonder why

I can't sleep with all this sunlight

If there's still evidence of us

Why can't that be enough?

I don't mean to drag you down

You taste just like you always do

Isabelle hides so I can't find my way

I'd give anything just to surround your dreams

The envy of the dead

The sound of scissors and sleep

I can't believe you dreamed and pulled all of your clothes off

You're not supposed to drink with what's inside your purse

And not expect me not to call you out

I'm guiding your chin to my lips using only my fingertips

All we have are parking lots and nowhere to go

If you love me, then show me more

Isabelle watches me from far away

I'd give anything just to surround your dreams

I know you like when the temperature rises to a boiling heat

The chlorine and wine found

He sees through her nightgown

And everything fades away

The stars awake

But we can't see them out

So why pretend?

Is there a train that travels back to yours at 5am?

Or are we walking?

Car alarms and leaves that blow

They're calling out our names

But it's gone too far

Your butane mouth will spit me into flames

Sorry 'bout it, I can't help it

I'm an anarchist in love

And I forgot to call you

I can't break you down while I

Think about honey and the sweet new york sounds

Isabelle hides so I can't find my way

I'd give anything to carry on the same way

The temperature rises to this boiling heat

The chlorine and wine found

He sees through her nightgown

As saturday burns away

Back in the days when I was young

I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again