with every day i know more than i did only a day before

when i fall asleep, your body questions mine
and feels the pressure while our limbs entwine
it won't mean anything if you don't let it
though we've worked our whole lives to get closer to it
and i was made with an open mind
they said, do your best and you'll be just fine
but with every year, i find another crutch
with faith comes fury, and i know that much.
when i die, it will be from a damaged heart
whose poisoned blood has pulled my veins apart
when does he choose to finish what he starts?
they said faith is death, i guess i missed that part.
i won't learn a thing holding hands of thieves
in a place for made for death but no one grieves
i hope they don't attack without a decent cause
or while i'm still without a steady job.
i'll feel you when the air hangs thick in my lungs
or when the taste of smoke is heavy on our tongues
or in the way my lips will feel bare and unsure
or when the words i say make me feel immature
i'll think of you every night when the sun disappears
and our salt streaked cheeks and our unabashed tears
and the softness and strength that i felt in your hands
and how, with miles between us, i'm still making plans.
such small drops make such big whores
and such small people make great big wars
and such small feet have walked such large shores
and such small things bind my life to yours.