Once Upon a Blood Moon

He offered her the world, but came up short

The nastiest of storms made him settle on a city with a port

He watched ships sail by in the middle of July

He wrote notes on paper boats, sat and waited for replies

Hope floats, even when it's on fire

Especially when it's on fire, but the smoke makes him tired

Took a blade to the chest like he was opening a body bag

"Sir he's still alive in there" well Christ then, remove the tag

What's it say? It says "Fold along the lines

And set me free," not on fire, cause oftentimes

When I set myself free, this empty

Bag of a body tends to get burned in effigy

I've lost the energy to fight off the flames

I blow it off like it's all just a game, all the same

Wish he wouldn't write himself out of the picture

It's a beautiful lotion that you got

When there's someone there to share it with you

This is why she can't have nice things

He was too caught up in work to sign for the nice deliveries that life brings

Now he can't tell if he's dead or not

He said, "I bet I am, and I can prove it." She said "you better not"

This is why she can't have nice things

Because talk is cheap and it was poor communication

All he wanted to say, on the dock that day

Was "I love you, and I'm sorry," but instead, he just waved

Good bye, and he cried, love

So much he watched the waters rise up

It must have been a changing of the tides, but I've come to assume

It was the changing of a mind, once upon a blood moon

They skimmed rocks for the whole day

He imagined he was throwin' rotten parts of himself that broke away

So he couldn't stop, fascinated by the way they skip up top

Give up and then drop, he sank with them

They convened on the rock bottom and made a decision

They could never raise children, not like this

Not like people who make babies on purpose

That's when he came to the surface, fully intending

To be so strong in his resolve, 'til all of it dissolves

Slippin' through his pruny fingers like this could've been ours

But this is to the offers that can't be followed through with

The water works, the leaky faucet still lost fluids

To the current of the stream that'll always push you from me

To the reoccurring dream that makes reality less ugly

In a picturesque setting, where the world looks airbrushed

Needless to say, words failed us

On the dock that day, all I wanted to say

Was "I love you, and I'm sorry," but instead, I just waved

Good bye, and I cried, love

So much I watched the waters rise up

It must have been a changing of the tides, that was breaking up our lives

It was a water raged wrinkling time

Yessir, minds are made for the changing, but mine's been deterioratin'

Like the bluffs in the shoreline, where I've been waitin' too exhale

Since the summer when we watched every last one of our friends set sail

And I was the only livin' boy left in Providence

Collecting death certificates from the rest of my documents

Just for origami purposes, I gave 'em to the ocean

But hey, look at me, I'm great at foldin'

Guess I'll just do this the rest of my life

It's got to do with lots of lovin', and it ain't nothin' nice

This is why she can't have nice things

He was too caught up in work to sign for the nice deliveries that life brings

This is why she can't have nice things

Because talk is cheap and it was poor communication

This is why she can't have nice things

He set fire to the paper boat sonatas he's been writin'

And this is why, I assume the moon's bleeding

And why there wasn't any blood left in the rock he was squeezing