90% of things on here are rough drafts that i never finished

there is so much more to life
than who is sleepin' by your side
there is so much more to know
than those tears you shed at night

why can't you see
can't you see
how beautiful you are
to me

and i know you know just how
poor those boys, they're treatin' you
from a fit of rage, then it comes late
and you sink down to the deepest blue

why can't you see
can't you see
how beautiful you are
to Him and me

and i know that your fighting with your past
and i know that you think that love can't last
but i also know there's one thing
that's never let me down
and it's the man wearing your thorns as a crown

so why can't you see
can't you see
how beautiful you are
to Him and me

because if you could see
the way we see
you'd know how beautiful you are
and you'd be free

I blended the last two together into this

a stark and telling moon is rising slowly over us
i tremble slightly with the pressure, lacking the necessary trust
what was created to be beautiful has now a sick, perverted grin
while our bodies work their magic i am drowning in the din

and you said, "oh oh oh
but i think it might be true"
and i said, "even so i can't do this to you"
then i said, "oh oh oh
but i think that she's the one"
even more
even more how will i feel
when this is done

the startling dysfunction then, of reason, of my brain
had trickled down a silent, agonizing, piercing pain
it found its way directly to the center of my chest
the point of this selfishness was pleasure, but all i felt was regret

and you said, "oh oh oh
but i think it might be true"
and i said, "even so i can't do this to you"
but i said, "oh oh oh
i think that she's the one"
even more
even more how will i feel
when this is done

two months later we pretend that we've got it all together
and i'm so sorry ______, but there are storms we cannot weather
i miss you now and i'll miss you then and this decision is so hard to make
but when time has passed, and our friendship lasts, we'll know it was not a mistake

and you said, "oh oh oh
but i think it might be true"
and i said, "even so i can't do this to you"
but i said, "oh oh oh
i think that she's the one"
even more
even more how will i feel
when this is done

and i think i'm scared of forgiveness
i don't think i deserve it
if i make myself out the villain
then you can push on through it

because it doesn't make sense
to give up when the getting's good
we can't see the consequences
like lovers ever could

and you said, oh oh oh
i think it might be true
and i said
even so i can't do this to you
but then i said, oh oh oh
i think she's the one
even more how will i feel
when this is done

and it wasn't the first time,
but it would be the last
i trembled with the pressure
i felt it deep within my chest

we shared what was reserved
for lovers closer intertwined
instead of pleasure at this selfishness
regret was the first thing on my mind

and you said, oh oh oh
i think it might be true
and i said
even so i can't do this to you

but then i said, oh oh oh
i think she's the one
even more how will i feel
when this is done

i woke up in a cold sweat
your beauty still nearby
never knew it would be this hard
to simply say goodbye

rough

a stark and telling moon is rising slowly over us
i tremble slightly with the pressure, lacking the necessary trust
what was created to be beautiful has now a sick, perverted grin
while our bodies work their magic i am drowning in the din

it was not the only time that i had sheepishly proposed
that you would smiling stand before me, naked and disrobed
a that moment, an all-consuming torrent had prepared to begin
to crushingly remind me the severity of our sin

and you said
oh oh oh
but i think it might be true
and i said
even so i can't do this to you
but i said
oh oh oh
i think she is the one
even more
even more how will i feel
when this is done

the startling dysfunction then, of reason, of my brain
had trickled down a silent, agonizing, piercing pain
it found its way directly to the center of my chest
the point of this selfishness was pleasure, but all i felt was regret

i woke up in a dark, cold sweat, with beauty still nearby
i cuddled closer still and then began to shake and cry
because i knew that had at this point, now, my caring truly for you begun
i would never again do to you what i had eagerly just done

thou mayest

thou mayest, thou must
make the choice.
but be more that certain it's
the right one-
if you're like my aunt, you'll
have realized that life is
quite a bit shorter than is
capable of really ever being
imagined,
so make the choice.
thou mayest.
it's, yeah, what makes us
what we are, that ability
so make the choice
and choose well
and don't factor in your emotions
they flee
faster than is
capable of really ever being
imagined
so make the choice
thou mayest
and whether or not you've been
inside her, whatever that
means to you or whether
it means anything to her
or whether you have the chance
to get there again
shouldn't, can't possibly
interfere because with matters
of the heart
it's better to use
your head
instead.
thou mayest.
thou must.