Balling Phase - Aloha

Yours is a blind love

Well I, too, have fought my eyes

I run into tables, staring at the floor until I can’t stand anymore.

But you’re not a ghost with holes

And I’m not the type to pretend he knows what no one knows

Oh, I may never know

Yours is a broke love

Well, I too have fought my legs

But I learned to let go.

Follow the blood flow until I can’t stand anymore

See me welling in your eyes, a field of fireflies

Take me somewhere we are close by

See me hobble through your hallway

Squint to see me lead you somewhere we are us.

Where alarm clocks chirp out

dust, non-beliefs are hushed — and then there’s us.

There’s just us