Nov. 16 (Paper Ducks)

Give me all your misplaced trust
I'll fold it into paper ducks
And sail them down the river
Of the notches in your spine
It's not the last time you will float away
Follow me, I'll bring you back to
Our house made up of tiny rooms
The burner's on to shake the cool air
From the kitchen windowsill
The fog fills up the glass
These are the last words I will sing to you
'Come here darling rest your worried mind
I don't mind
If you don't
From the first time that I breathed you in
The currents seeping from your skin
I'm drowning in your everything
It's such a flaw of mine
I don't have perfect pretty poet lines
I'm broken up inside, but still I try
To write you quiet symphonies
I hum as you fall back to sleep
And watch you drift away
And meet me somewhere in that secret place that
Only we can go
It's safe in here, We're finally alone
Driving back
Through the snow
When the light catches your blueish eyes
Shines brightly like the summer sky
I'm dancing in your fingertips
Our tangles intertwine
I wasn't living till you took my hand
Darling, I was only killing time
I'll forgo all my misbeliefs
I'll tear the patches from my sleeves
To one day sit beside you
As our cherub children cry
I'm not the guy who brought white roses - I'm
The girl who simply wants to get you high
And if I could make you
Happy for a while
And if I could fold your
Fears in mine
I'd die 300 times to wear your name
Give me all your misplaced trust
I'll fold it into paper ducks
They're weightless underneath us
They gradually decline
It's not the fire you've been livin' with
Novembers here it's getting cold outside
I'd do anything to try and make you mine