city lights are flickering on as the sky turns dark outside. people are scurrying about in their winter coats, trying to get home for dinner. i'm watching from a window seat in a cafe, the lights inside warm and yellow and welcoming. pen and paper and coffee and the clinking of spoons -- it's exactly as charming as it seems.

at home i often dream about moments like this. moments of total contentment in solitude. it's a strange feeling, living the moment you often dream about.

i am a

sucker for a charming smile. the kind that is sweet and a little knowing, as if you're the only ones in on some unspoken secret. the kind that completely disarms you and makes you totally forget about being professional and and smart and... oh. you made me lose my train of thought.

yes, i still do.

everyone is sleeping

she drives down sunset
with the windows down
just so she can let it in
she knows he's far gone now
but there still are pieces
pieces there still left of him

he uses love like a bullet from a gun
she's careful like a surgeon
everywhere he goes they all know to run
but she can't help but love him
love him

there is a picture sitting by her bed
her reflection in his face
she has been meaning, meaning to move it
but it's always been his place

city of angels, everyone is sleeping
4 am and she's awake
she is moving, moving that picture
someone else will fill that space

someone else will fill that space

now i'm standing alone in a crowded room
and we're not speaking
and i'm dying to know, is it killing you?
like it's killing me

i'd tell you i miss you but i don't know how
i've never heard silence quite this loud