The truth about forever?
It's funny you should ask
You see, forever is just fear
Hiding behind a mask

The truth about forever?
I'm afraid it's a bit absurd
It's no more than a statement, a lie
Actually, forever is just a word

The truth about forever?
For some it's hard to see
They put up blinders, act naive
Forever is simply a plea

The truth about forever?
Well there's no truth at all
Might be hard to stomach, friend
but if you believe in forever, get ready to fall

The truth about forever?
It's all just an act
There really is no forever
Live and love, you'll learn this fact

My mother used to tell me that only I
could make myself happy; it all starts there.
But she's never tasted the bittersweet smoke
your lips pour into my lungs.
She said "baby girl, you can't build your life
around just one person."
But never said a word abut finding home in your bed.
My father warned me about guys like you...
The ones who remind me of him.
But he's never seen your eyes glow
in moonlight like fire.
He told me I love too easily,
that my trust is slow to build.
But where was he the night you broke
your way through my defenses?
I tried to be the girl they'd be proud of,
except only you ******* undone.
And I can't remember what worry
looks like on my mother's face anymore.
And I haven't caught a whiff of my
father's cologne in years.
So maybe they don't have me all figured out,
yet maybe neither do you.

It was the song booming from the speakers around us that made our meeting so special.
13 months later, as you walked out the door of our one bedroom **** hole we called home, I finally figured this out.

You said it was the black dress I wore with such little care.
Whispered softly to me back in those days when love was found in the never fully touching infinity signs
I traced with my tongue on your skin.

It was some new aged electric mix my friends had found for when we were rolling.
Telling the story of a girl plagued by desire for someone she loathed.

When you first said "I love you," the subway roared by, and you thought I hadn't heard.
The second time I was only pretending to be asleep.

When I finally let you crack me open, you looked around and smiled.
I felt more beautiful than I really was, and I told you I loved you too.

You climbed inside of me night after night looking for yourself.
Your lips are still burned on my skin from the fire they created.

I found that song we danced to when your eyes met mine for the first time.
It's playing for you and if you can hear it, know my skin might crawl when I look at you,
but it's your treacherous touch I crave.

Sometimes there are so many stars out that I'm afraid
I'll waste my whole night looking at every single one.

Sometimes the moon has been carved up and is waning;
a crescent that seems as frail as I feel.

I walk around the snowy streets, life bouncing off crystals
found under foot. Night is lit like day.

Then there are nights when I'm as full as the moon,
when wolves gather and howl at me.

Still sometimes the new moon leaves the sky all together
and takes me with as it disappears.

The Sun loved the Moon before the word even took form,
but their lights allow them together only on stolen time.

Grabbing the Sun's lips and finally touching them to the Moon's,
I am reborn as the child they create.

And the world wont know what hit it.

When I was a kid I read a story about a little boy called Max
who let his imagination take him to
The Land of the Wild Things.

In this jungle, the Wild Things were terrifying
monsters who roamed about free.
Max, the mischievous child I read about,
ruled the land as their king.

Well it wasn't too long before Max realized,
this was no place for a boy to be.
He sailed back through his imaginary sea,
right back to his form of reality.

I was younger even than Max when my eyes
first met my monsters.
Except unlike him I chose not to leave.
Still ruling their land years later,
I serve as Queen.

To miss someone is pretty selfish business
And yet we're all guilty as can be
Even when I say I miss you
I'm really just thinking of me