there's a purpose beyond human dignity.
i just have to find it.
are you brave enough to admit when you're in love?
and if you weren't, would you be willing to lie?
for a dreamer?
i see mountains reflected in his eyes,
and washington square in my own.
lessons i never intended to learn,
choices i tried to avoid.
i can't scortch again,
my skin is calloused against the heat,
but his is new and fragile.
one distraction hasn't even bothered to look at the flame.
hardly anybody ever does.
but that's not a reason to smother myself.
although there's something in this air.
but i'm simply more used to the smoke.
back.
