Wild, Wild, Wild Horses

Like a strandbeest mocking the slow motionless
Wild, wild, wild horses, I've—
Broken into gallop too

Like the feeling of a dream fell to by accident
Stirred awake just as lazily, so now why not—
Comb the cloud to get back through?

Starving
What it feels like mostly: feeding someone else your heart
From a distance
Feeling like a fool and picking all those thoughts apart

Is it wrong that all I think about is you these days?
Did they drag me off, or did I gladly run—
Fast and free into your grips?

You can try on words like outfits, but you can't wear gloves
Picking up the shiny shards of all the plots—
Falling from our clumsy lips

Alice
Listen to me closely, hear my words and feel something
I don't see you—
As much as I need to and I need to know what that means

Motel benches longer than the trees that died for them
At opposing ends, bow your head and I'll—
Fill your glass and not your ears

Promise always, that's a long ways, and the world is big
But your eyes are too, plus I'm a little drunk
And I know what I want
I didn't always know—no, it's taken years

Darling
Take your dress off slowly, I've still got one eye open
In the morning
Wake me up and hold me, before you start a-shiverin'

Gata
Got to let you know this, take these words and know they're true:
Eu te amo
Eu te amo tanto and I'm, not quite sure what to do