Good Morning Dandelion, dressed in beige and green
staring hard at weeds sprouting from between cracks
a furrowed brow accessorizes white and red fists
at this junction what are the right words to say?
oh you have got to know I can't stand to see you this way
If I could reach you I think I would be able to stay
Let me spend my life to scare off the negative force
destroy the bad and unnecessary right at the source

If I was teeny-tiny
I'd climb your body
to your head
to make a nest
where I could live
Steam-punk Candice
would make a cannon
all clock work and gun powder
to shoot down
the boogie man
a pair of goggles
for silly googly eyes
to accentuate vision
exaggerate my smile
until my cheer is infectious
I'd be right there
out of sight
out of mind
it could be enough

Did the angel of the morning forget to kiss you awake?
I wonder if you would allow me to me take her place
Standing beside you the frustration spills over me
I'll hang my arm limp until my hand tingles so fiercely
that I cannot fight the urge to grab onto you desperately
and all my feelings I've been hiding will flow honestly
trying without being watched has frozen me in place
I don't show up on your radar, i'm free from trace

If I was metal-made
I'd work for you
in your home
doing your chores
where I could live
Cyber-punk Candice
would transform
into a speeding motorcycle
for a quick escape
so your tears
won't burn your cheeks
Pink white and yellow
decals of flowers
camouflage you
from cruelty
i'd be right there
driving into the sunset
the hell out of dodge
It could be enough

Glancing, I notice quickly that you aren't looking at me
This heart of mine is so in love with you for your ignorance
Down the street there is the sound of a large engine
I look to you to see that you are enraptured in the oncoming
A bus is more important to you than my eventual everything
I don't want to believe that you were always this exhausting
there is something you've got fleeing, I want to play too
I guess in this game I will always have to be chasing you

If I was looking back
would there be something
for me to hold
If i could go back to
that day we opened
all the cages
Both of us
on other sides
of the riot
I suppose we could
do it again as spirits
free and untouchable
I don't care for death
we made people live
and yet we crawl
six feet down
underground
underfoot
it is not enough

Teach me to speak this aloud, sweet Dandelion
The truth that I have carried in silence for years
All that we were meant to be is limited by our own
lack of hands to hold. As much as you have the right
to live your own life I know what we should be
together we could make it through so easily
The morning would bring a smile to our soul
In this one life, to be with you is my only goal

If you could forgive me
for taking control
changing your life
for holding you
close and warm
your dearest Candice
would do anything
in her power
to keep it going
without losing herself
or letting you fall

I'm more than enough

Walk ahead of me into your day, hold onto the pain
Turn away from the love that is chasing you down
forget about the sunrise that brightens your life
Sooner or later I will be strong enough to beam
this light of mine into your darkest hidden corner
remove all that gunk that made up your former
formidable days that dragged you all the way down
running off between the city, the suburb, and town

until I have the urge to fight you for the right
to stand beside you i'll be thinking out a plan
I'll write out all these words to understand these feelings
until I have some knowledge of what this means
and the money to make all my dreams possible
when the day finally comes that I am totally capable
until my heart can't take another moment of longing
i'll be satisfied to be here and to see you every morning