A Book and No Disasters

We were able-minded once

But guilt doesn't open doors

So we toss our fits of charm

And i muscle my way into a desperate situation

Too many times to count

And some day we will gather up

For an hour or two and shake our hands

Until then, i resign my post

As a daydream you can't hide

But at least i cut myself off from

The words left on the table for all to see

This is where i left the group

There were trees without a whisper

And the sound was deafening

This is how i spend my time

With a book and no disasters

And we fail each time we meet

And some day when the pen decides

That we're old enough

I hope you ask again

And how far is pretty far?

Well it's pretty far

Too far for you

But at least i'm half-way healthy

Though i'm still spineless as a scenester

At least i've got some friends

Who prop me up at night for dinner

At least i found the love scene

In the film about my parents

They cradle their discussions

Like they're afraid to drop their children

At least my eyes were closed

When you said this world is just too spacious

At least i lost a love

When i was barely out of context

At least i saved your seat once

Until you threw up all your homework

The best part wasn't ruined

I just held onto it for safety

At least my dreams aren't wrapped up

In that pension you've been saving

At least i pray at night

To something other than the ceiling

Oh oh oh