Who decides the price of your dreams?
Hope’s the only thing you've got on your side
Finding courage never before known
Figure out life’s nothing if not an unknown ride

Where do you go when your pride is gone?
Longing for your familiar past
You search for something that makes sense
But finally discover nothing can ever last

What determines the worth of a soul?
When your back’s against the wall
You get the strength to keep living
Forcing yourself forward through it all

When do we ever get a break?
So tired of persevering, waiting for fresh air
Clarity seems to have vanished
Hanging on to something, relativity is rarely fair

How does it look to be happy?
To finally be content
Were all part of one big riddle
The answer: life is but ours to rent

No one values a damaged soul.
Like a present that isn't wanted,
it’s taken back as soon as it's seen.

Are you feeling this like I am?
Or am I only wasting my breath?
You've got the sweetest eyes around these parts
But I know they could spell my death

Reach out some more and grab hold of faith
I’ll be right there by your side
Everything about you has me on edge
It’s wearing away at my pride

This static between us is too much to bear
I feel my resolve giving in
I’d be foolish to say yes but you make it so hard
Haven’t you heard? Love’s the new sin

With so many reasons not to try
I know we’ll make quite a mess
But at the end of the day you've still got me
I wish I could love you less

She said she'd rather glow in the city than fade out like the stars
she wishes on at night

never one for big decisions,
or finality...
finishing what she started...

because in 13,000 years,
the North Star will change directions,
and she was never very good at finding home on her own

The ink has dried on your forehead from where it rested so forcibly
on your hand
which had been stamped with the name of some bar you can't remember,
but it was held by a stranger all the same as you left.

And the only proof that last night even happened is on the sidewalk downtown.

It's a fractured piece of a tiara which told the world "I'm 21!" but didn't actually make you feel very royal, but it was enough, you thought all the same, to be enough for a while.

Except now you're awake and so unbelievably ******* sober and each second allows for more remembering and oh **** no, you don't want that. So you grab your heels and tip toe quietly out the door because no one needs another reason to feel sorry, and life is hard enough as it is all the same.

Your memory is bigger than the ocean
that I filled with tears the day after
you left.

And I wont tell you I miss you
because it should go without saying,

but I can't take another breath until you're here
and you are staying.

It's not a set location,
but really a frame of mind.
It's a release of tension,
body slowly unwinds.

The sharp gasp of breath
which brings me back to earth.
My eyes find yours,
and I find my worth.