all the good
(2.23.22)

you are all the good in our hopeless earth
the only one who knows my proud rebirth
you used to be in the palm of my hand
but i tripped, let you go, and you didn't land
you are all the good in the grass and trees
the birds that sing and the songs they leave
I refuse this time: I could die from the guilt
you're the flowers I steal I'm the moment they wilt
you are all the good I only dream to be
the moon at its brightest, everything i need
you're the stranger whose smile I remember on the train
and the trying to forget their familiar face
you are all the good they write songs about
the words they somehow discover to shout
you're the center of attention in an art museum
people try to buy you then ignore you in their hands
you are all the good in the weather at night
through the blizzards and fog, I can still see the light
I'm the caring too little, you're the caring so much
The way that you love will always be enough
you are all the good full of true incandescense
all of my worries mean nothing in your presence
you used to have me in the palm of your hand
i didn't realize the rarity, so i jumped onto land
you are all the good in our hopeless earth
the only one who knows my deadly hurt
I never could tell you why my words tried to kill
But I Love You and you know I always will