With Lyrics

If we were born to be lonesome

Without a caption or claim

Would the sun exclaim eternities of rays

And feed the paltry pores of my single face

And breed motifs, like days, not to relate?

If I should dance in my room

Naked, having just bathed

With the past kisses dry on my skin

Again, the bliss has already been

Dismissed with luxury, utterly

Sustained within the body's bin

With you

With your chin on my shoulder

With your legs on the dashboard

Bruised knees, with me, with thoughts

The thought of you with me

With thoughts of you feeling

My thoughts reeling

If we were born to be angry

With causes feeding the flames

Would the wild blood racing through the face

Race through the same veins on the interstate

Could it carry love on an igneous highway?

What if we were born with a question

And the very words were the frame

Of meaning in the mind being

Structures of the form completing

Proteins to build the body same

With you

With a hole in the center

Of your mind and your body

In grief, the empty cup you're drinking

Fills you with all feeling

With you

With the ache of your mother

With her knees to the ceiling

It's brief, the caustic air that we breathe

Fanatic glares we meet

The mouth, the mind feeding

Fear and joy breeding

And all misgivings

I know these are just the things

To give this life meaning

With all this leading

Whatever we believe in