We Could Breathe

lungs inhaling simultaneously, blood vessels cumbusting spontaneously
drawn together by words of glory, love letters written in the early morning
there was two million ways to recognize the messages on her face
he could read them with the fingertip he used to graze
flying above the turmoil from here to there and every place
dive right in and don't look back, no time to drown agony confide to the case
dial in the combination looking for signs of evaporation, nothing gone without a trace

brief case
sitting on my bed
filling it with clothing made of led
weighing down plans that fled
my brief case

no time to spare, enough time to straighten out the square
ninety degree arrows pointing out that buyer beware
we worked like a dinosaur and collected dust like mop hair
labor intensive, we can pick up this tile, and destroy the bile
love was never out of style, especially because we took it mile by mile
behind eyes are the hidden lives, within our hearts are the fire starting files
between the two of us we keep them tucked away, until the things get to making us smile
end to end we can bridge our smiles and break down the words of pretend

brief case
sitting on my bed
filling it with clothing made of led
weighing down plans that fled
my brief case

papers and pens stay quiet like library friends
keeping things together like an organized mercedes benz
scared to make amends but we can rise above these anger pains
we walk together and walk away from the taints
laugh at past times when we looked, eyes open for saints, but we still broke the chains
took pictures out of frames to express how much the outside tries to constrain
within a matter of weeks we exploded into a fire nobody could try to maintain
fire departments left it to burn itself away, but wild fire is never tame

brief case
sitting on my bed
filling it with clothing made of led
weighing down plans that fled
my brief case

if we only knew a little more, breathing could settle this score
love was a thing that lay between two lungs in the rib cage scene
if we only got close, we could breath.
if we only got close.

we could breathe

brief case
sitting on my bed
filling it with clothing made of led
weighing down plans that fled
my brief case

~Misguided Mistakes Mismatch and don't matter that much.

Love,
Digress.

P.S. Everybody go check out Bike For Three! (inspired this) www.myspace.com/bikeforthree
Buck65 on vocals
Greetings From Tuscan on turntables.