Bicycle Day

She had September in her eyes
And  the summer on her skin
Her  lonely tangled in her hair
And her past behind her lips
And it came as no surprise
She  made me safe in my own skin
But  we were some kind of masterpiece…

You were a storm
In  the middle of my bedroom
You tore down my walls
Had hopes for better weather
You painted all of my flaws
On  the wall behind my bed frame
As I sunk through the floor
And tried to piece myself together

As she was crashing down around me
Making artwork from my scars
She left December in my lungs
Held the winter in her palms
She kissed me right below my throat
And left scratches on the surface
In the shape of all her demons…

You were a storm
In the middle of my bedroom
You tore down my walls
Had hopes for better weather
You painted all of my flaws
On the wall behind my bed frame
As I sunk through the floor
And tried to piece myself together

The kind of lonely where you shed through my skin
I’m the kind of person who doesn’t know when to quit
You used me up before I found where I’d been
I’m covered up under the weight of my sins

You were a storm
In the middle of my bedroom
You tore down my walls
Had hopes for better weather
You painted all of my flaws
On the wall behind my bed frame
As I sunk through the floor
And tried to piece myself together

You were crashing down around me
You were crashing down around me
You were crashing down around me
You were crashing down around me