Promise

I'll give you a band-aid
To fix up your heart
I'll patch up your soles
When they fall apart
I'll bring you hot soup
When you're feeling cold
I'll be there for you
Until you grow old.

Happy

I'll let you go
Because you are happy this way
I'll let you go
Because I care
I'll let you go
Even though
Losing such a friendship
Seems cruel and unfair
I'll let you go
With tear-stained eyes
That you'll never see
Because I hide
I'll let you go
And from afar
I'll hope you're happy

I hope you are.

Cream

There's an old cup of coffee
Sitting on the table
The cream is all cracked,
Broken into pieces
Kind of like you,
Kind of like me
I guess we were never
Meant to last,
Never meant to be.

Let You Go

Hand me a brush
A canvas that's blank,
A palette of colors
The highest in rank
Turquoise and fuchsia
Tangerine, cream
Every great color
An eye's ever seen
Then with my brush steady
I'll cover the base
The whole of the canvas
With thick coats of paint
And with these smooth strokes
My feelings will flow
With trembling release,
I will let you go.

Three

Find me someone
Who loves to dance
Because it makes
His heart feel free
Show me someone
Who loves to sing
Because it brings joy
To you and me
Then find someone
Who doesn't care;
All he wants
Is fame and wealth
Then line up these three
And I swear you'd hear
A belly-laugh
From Art, itself.

Collector

What happened to the words you said
That pounded straight into my head?
What happened to the things you did
That zeroed in on my heart and bit?
Like piles of files, all your faults
Stacked up high and filled the vaults
Inside my mind, now I'm so scared
For now you're back, I'm not prepared
With all the reasons we were wrong
That I collected when you were gone.

Order's Not Ready

I'm sorry, sir,
But your order's not ready
Though you may find this
Inconvenient and petty
The heart you want
Inside my chest
Needs a while
More to rest
And you can't pay
A million dollars
Or hire all your
Smartest scholars
To investigate
The day I'll be
Ready for
Your company.