Picturesque

These lemons and us
Not getting any younger
Lit the fire beneath our feet
Nothing ups the stakes
Like a rise in temperature
You sidled up a sideways glance
Trying to balance courage and panic
'I think Dodge wants us out'
And I said sure

There must be more
But I've seen the shore
I've taken the bus to New York
There must be more
Or else what's it for
And I've been in love before

Along the way we cling like trauma
Snagged here
That's okay
A little blood
And we're on our way

Your dream feels like comfort
Even when I wake up and you're not there
When we were us
Two legs could walk
But what about the weight we have to bear

I thought we'd hold on tight
And squeeze into a focused point of view
I guess that's what I needed to think
Now I think
In fact you always knew

Tightly wound
The motion wears a wound
Where we once touched
But with balm on hand
We're here for us
Night and day

If it's all a painting
I want a palette in subtle shades of sad
If it's about having
I'd rather remember all the things that I had

Your dream feels like comfort
Even when I wake up and you're not there
When we were us
Two legs could walk
But what about the weight we have to bear

Dropped the bluffs
Never meant to win
Signed on for the rags
But found myself richer
Our game was rained out but
Doesn't matter
Picturesque
Isn't the big picture