17 Little Wars

I let my head in my dreams
And bar the only way out,
I’ll come apart at the seams
And paint your smile on my frown.
I feel the wax leave my wings,
Follow it as it falls down,
Oh, what a thing to have seen,
You looked so good through the clouds

See, I get lost in the words,
My clumsy tongue always lies,
And I can’t stand all these white walls
Give me another tale to write.
Is this the world that you want?
This land of rusty goodbyes,
A memory of the chances lost
That seventeenth of July.

And you pushed me off the edge
Of what I thought was real
And left me hanging from a branch
Slowly slipping away.
Since you walked in my days
I’ve been raindrops and storms,
And as you’re shining away
I’ll be drying on the road.

I think my diary’s sick
Of bearing your name again;
And if my pillow could speak,
The secrets it would tell;
Is this the world that we need?
Is this unbreakable spell
The only thing I’ll be singing,
The only echo I’ll hear?

And you pushed me off the edge
Of what I thought was real
And left me hanging from a branch
Slowly slipping away.
Since you walked in my world
I’ve been warfare and tears,
For this heart is a cruel war,
You’re its endless peace.

MD2009/2010 (2026)