Life Cycle

I like the idea of you,
And I imagine you watching me when I
Uh, uh, oh...
You flit inside me like a butterfly
And make me feel sick in the head
I want to take control
And be the one to let go
I have nothing to hold on to
And you just keep getting further away
I want to make you
So take me on
I want a list of three reasons
We shouldn't take the world by storm
There is little time to sin
And even less time to be forgiven
You and I are not of this world
And music is the language we speak
The only way I can touch you
And the only way I can reach you
Is if I hit you between the eyes
There is magic in our fingers
There are stars in our eyes
I've been seeing it since I was young
But I couldn't put it to words then
Now my words are a tool and a weapon
A scythe and a weed
A flower and a seed
They grow and they die
With the ever-changing emotion I charge in them
They cannot hold me against my will
And they cannot be held responsible
For the crimes I commit with them
They are merely accomplices to a benevolent crime
Forged out of sheer boredom

Cara Hawkins 9-21-09