My Losing Season

Trips to Fripp. I'm with Tuna. The King of Hearts went missing. The Prince of heartbreak found him in the dunes.

For now she will be the honest touch that bruises. For ever I'll be playing musical chairs with hearts. For her I will continue to trace the shoreline with crossed fingers, reminding myself that even the tide gives in.

Walking on the beach today I found myself missing you before I had even left. Why do I only remember the things I planned on saying after we have returned to the rest of the crowd. I love the way my name sounds when it comes out of your mouth.

Excuses are like flowers, pretty and just to change the subject.

Dream me up something better than me and you. Because love doesn't mean a thing if it's not leaving us light headed. All of my headaches are in my chest for you now.

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