Neil Armstrong

If the planets were aligned

with some cosmic breath of faith

to help us through the night

then I'm sure we'd be alright

I can tell that something's wrong,

but it's like a melody I just can't put my finger on

And I feel like every thought

with relevance dissolved

Just sublimed into the atmosphere once and for all

until the rain does fall

It's times like these that make us aim for the throats

and fight to the bone

Never leaving well enough alone,

but well enough just fades as fast as footprints in the snow

From the driver side door

to the grass outside your window

on the second floor

I'm choking on the words trying to whisper

something we can both believe

But I can't take the chance to trip over the cracks in

the syntax in everything

The thought inside my head

is maybe love is just a sheet you pull up to your chin

when the room's too cold in bed

Every paged scattered on the floor

is just wastered paper,

trite, and forced, and insecure

Just know I'm doing all of this in hopes

I'll write a single fucking word

that will mean anything to anyone,

to anyone at all

I'm begging for an honest line to bloom

just to say,

"I love you like Neil Armstrong love the moon"

Well honesty's the hardest thing to prove

I'm choking on the words trying to whisper

something we can both believe

But I can't take the chance to trip over the cracks in

the syntax in everything

I'm choking on the words trying to whisper

something we can both believe

But I can't take the chance to trip over the cracks in

the syntax in everything