Expire

if love is a semaphore,

then i am a sinking ship in search of a harbor,

in search of a peaceful slip.

if time is an endless curve,

and space is ageless,

then i could be drowning,

cuz how do we begin to begin?

ooh, we let the time define the self

and all the many ways we think we could expire

if hearts were so infinite,

then why do they tire?

why do they tend to skip and burn less and cry out?

if i were an honest soul then i could

explain the ways i steal from a hopeless well,

and take from a homeless, childless, faithless place.