Caveman:

it’s terrifying
when your dreams run wild

playing poker
against your inner child

Sad to see you
free as a bird

Feeling right at home
in that flannel shirt.

—

You drink
You sleep
crying into your bedsheets

day in the live
of a glass empty type of guy

—

divine promise
to the caveman

Watching tv
chugging pepsi cans

your heart is twisted
we always knew that

turning love
into panic attacks

—

You drink
You sleep
crying into your bedsheets

day in the live
of a glass empty type of guy

Changes:

reflections in the window
of that picture on the wall

showing rivers moving through the valleys of your home

looking at these pictures always makes me feel alone

Sunshine Drifting through the door
rolling down the floor

Im waiting for the changes, for the changes, the changes to come

building bridges, building bridges only to fall down

a whole world to see,
and so much to believe
Im still waiting for changes to come

grey snow on the streets
houses, familiar to me

Filled with memories of sitting through collapsing rooms

Memories of the longest afternoons

moonlight rippleling though the trees
forming gentle peace

as Im waiting for the changes, for the changes, the changes to come

building bridges, building bridges only to fall down

a whole world to see,
and so much to believe,
Im still waiting for changes to come

are we going through the changes, through the changes to come