the weekend is leaning on the side of a building
I can’t stay asleep, my stomach is killing me
in a warm arm crevice, heavy eyes leak
maybe someday we will know what it means
up so early, hear the pipes softly coo
I try to squeeze my imperfections into you
after all those times I felt unsure
it’s nice to look back and see it start to blur
every so often it spits up an image, crisp and clear
of a small defining moment that became some great fear
I feel it mold each move I make in this funny drunken dance
from every word that I emit to every swollen glance
and if you just breathe in deep
and if you trust I’ll return
when I do, I’ll pull you close
and demonstrate what I’ve learned
the picture that I paint will be you
inhaling that suspended glowing view
your smooth round face eyes open wide
as your body fills up with light
acoustic majesty and heartfelt lyricism from the man of the hour and my dear bosom buddy, Matt May. try it with his other album, Derivatives; they make an excellent pair grown honesty well