loving you fiercely from my little basement...

so i have a grand idea
of ditching school and the american dream

to have more of those rain-song moments

living unconditionally

and this could be similar to every girl in love

but no one knows your smell like i do

no one has memorized that smile like me

i'm actually ok without the money

i'd be happy just to be your baby

my home is that rusty old car

that place where you carry your soul

and i'd get eight lifetimes of joy

just to be the off-centered girl to your silly boy

but here i am over here

and you are back at home

and you are home

so i'll try not to be sad that i feel half alive

since i'm away from you

and i know i have to be a big girl and love you right

but darling you're my angel bird with the sweetest lullaby

and no one knows my scars like you

and how to make me heal...

(its for kevin..hehe) written september 23 2009