RE: Every Eisley Song Ever Written.

I'm completely at your feet.
I cried when I got out of the car.
It hit me,
like rain from a cloud or two.
I can never return
to what they know,
and I don't want
to go after this.

It's never been so difficult,
to actually say,
I feel something,
when I know when everythings done and done,
it won't change.

But, Does It Float?

That pond,
where all the turtles sit and watch,
was never really clean to begin with.
And all the grass,
that stays wet no matter the weather,
always ruins my shoes and gives you something to laugh at.

But then when I walk to your house,
I never feel strange.

Derrick Wood, On His Own Damn Terms.

I don't like being far from you.
I'd rather be responsible for screaming,
"fuck dancing all night."

I never noticed anything soft,
like you.
I could've sworn
you counteracted something that kept me Earthbound.

Sitting Watching The Storm With A Friend.

The window became my tv.
I watched the rain for a few years,
and each season come and go.
I can't recall blinking much.
I saw fall hit the town
like fists on their backs.

And in the summer,
when we walked through the town,
I realized how much I had grown.
But my hands kept to the ground,
and I never really said too much.

When I woke up one spring night in Boston,
I realized I was ok,
as I walked to the apartment building's front door
and made my way onto the sidewalks.
Love didn't suit me,
or any idea of such a thing.
I believed in the area,
the stupid arguements,
every time I coughed,
and the last day we were us.

Another One For Ilana.

I can only imagine,
to those who saw us that day,
assumed we were giants
with one foot following the other.

And at the train station,
I cried.
I tried not to.
You were right. I was leaving.
You were right.

When I promised things wouldn't change,
I was wrong.
I can say I tried, but I got wrapped up.
But I promised a bridge,
and it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
But I promised.

And you were in all the songs I heard.
You were a a portrait of something else,
and a girl who just knew what was what,
and I can't say you were nothing less than the midnight beach.

And after all my talk of it,
I'm finally on the moon.
I'm finally where I thought it'd all be ok.
I finally ran.
But I was wrong.
You were right.

The Movement Showroom.

I never minded that night.
I invited it all with me on my walk home.
We passed statues and cobblestones,
met all the light posts,
and continued on our way.
But I knew, the alarm would ring.

With the perfect day at rest,
and my shoulders, catching sleep,
I never felt more relieved to walk home.