in time. all good things in time.

"You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident

On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men
Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed

You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be"

dark where those moments on thoughts of the future. what men and monsters wait for me tomorrow? its enough to keep a boy in bed for days. enough to drive in search of strong drink. dwelling on such things, are not what is needed.

the frightening truth of the matter is that i am making a huge drastic change to my life. going far away from everything i know and love. i am scared. but, secretly loving the fear. that uncertain rush, the not knowing, the blind leap into the salty sea of dreams.

its enough to get me. and thats really all i need.

thats enough, it could be all i need.