Broken Cityscapes

And will we ever feel that way again

Like we were so close

That we could live inside of one another's skin

Like we all showed up in this town to make something new and good begin

Will we ever be able to call one another

My my surrogate sister or brother without

Being kinda cynical about it's implications

Well past few years

I guess they've been pretty weird

I'm sure I left cause I was bored

Or maybe scared of what it means

When something little comes between you

And everything you ever hoped or worked for

But now all I can say is friend don't go away

You know it kills me when we leave

But when I'm 9 hours on a bus

I look at photographs of us and

I truly do believe it's what we need

To go back to Portland but

Even anywhere in France

And find that shiver for your spine

To keep you growing like a vine

And baby never stick too close to your plans

And the best books of our lives are

Being written all the time but

Not even one of them is anywhere close to finished yet