Til' Tonight Do Us Part

A "fair fight" is a contradiction. So let's redefine the definitions of these words that we use so loosely... and let's be honest, nobody even uses that phrase until it's all over anyway.

We all do it. It's all about getting caught and admitting to it. Admittance is what keeps us/it real. So stand on the soap box and announce to the town square that we've all lost control. We've all lost our souls, and we've all lost it on one another.

Today I'm hanging out with question marks that introduced themselves in previous lines... and I'm still bent on the way that your voice has been the soundtrack to my Winter. Bring on the thunder.

And in the distant night sky I can see airplanes lining up for thier assigned runways. Their lights looking like the stars in Orion's belt. Let's become the songs that never made history, only because they were played with an acoustic guitar, intimate, and alone. The way we should always be.

I'm stepping outside just to see if I can breathe.... or maybe I'm just looking for another way out. Memorizing disc changers and track numbers to soothe my mind. Breathing in this city that is so much like rehab, teaching me lessons while I'm waiting to be released. This weekend, let's write our names in newly poured concrete.

Come on Ryan. You've done this 28 times before, you'd think you'd get the hang of it by now- a night spent in your room by yourself. Realizing how you always change tense mid-thought. If you were at a hotel, you would order room service for two because you wouldn’t want the hotel staff to think you could be this alone.