Mad Season

I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch

and love is not a victory march — it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.

And all I can think of is the way I’m the one who charmed the one who gave up on you.

(I’ve got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match — what a catch.)

Rachel Platten is too adorable.

I’d go beyond our fighting borders if you needed that from me.
I’d march with decorated soldiers to get your pretty eyes to see.
Well, I would bring your morning coffee, then I’d wrap you up in me.
I’d kiss your belly and your shoulders, cover blankets on our feet.

So slow down, there’s some kind of blessing here,
but you have missed your cue.

So keep your eyes set on the horizon
on the line where blue meets blue.
And I’d bet that silver lining,
well, I know it’ll find you soon.

‘Cause I have sailed a 1000 ships to you,
but my messages don’t seem to make it through.

There are some nights I hold on to every note I ever wrote.
Some nights, I say “fuck it all” and stare at the calendar,
waiting for catastrophes, imagine when they scare me
into changing whatever it is I am changing into.

You have every right to be scared.

‘Cause there are some nights I hold you close, pushing you to hold me,
or begging you to lock me up, never let me see the world.
Some nights, I live in horror of people on the radio;
tea parties and Twitter, I’ve never been so bitter.

And you, why you wanna stay?
Oh my God! Have you listened to me lately?
Lately, I’ve been going crazy…

And you, why you wanna stay?
Oh my God! Have you listened to me lately?
Lately, I’ve been fucking crazy.

There are some nights I wait for someone to save us,
but I never look inward, try not to look upward.
And some nights I pray a sign is gonna come to me,
but usually, I’m just trying to get some sleep…

Some nights!

I won’t give up.

I don’t wanna be someone who walks away so easily.
I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make.

Our differences, they do a lot to teach us how to use the tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake.
And in the end, you’re still my friend; at least we didn’t tend for us to work. We didn’t break, we didn’t burn.
(We had to learn, how to bend without the world caving in;
I had to learn what I got, and what I’m not, and who I am.)

I won’t give up on us. God knows I’m tough, he knows.
We got a lot to learn — God knows we’re worth it.

I won’t give up on us, even if the skies get rough.
I’m giving you all my love: I’m still looking up, I’m still looking up.