Transcontinental Memories

When I think of you,

I remember anguished cries,

deep into the night.

Everything's broken,

And nothing seems to work here,

inside my own head.

How can it be that,

the two of us so in-love,

Can inflict such pain?

Barely can I sleep,

when the Moon is in the sky,

dreams of you haunt me.

Please come back to me,

And help share these memories,

of what we once were.

Cramping Days

When the words are stuck to the roof of your mouth,
there's not much to say.
When your hands can't move according to your wishes,
there's not much to write.
This chasm, it burns so deep in my chest.
Yet as time passes, it's more of a slow, burning ember, but don't kid yourself honey,
this ain't no campfire.
Words of so many before me play like a song in the back of my head,
but I'm not the one singing.
I'm searching for my own, but I'm blind to the words I need.
Give me a guitar and I'll sing out my song, but this is no lullaby.
It's all in my head.
It's all in my head.