apart from a part.

Its passive my friends,
the means to the end.
Its a start that depends on your heart all depends.
On your heart, all depends.

If structures can start,
but can't break apart,
this was built to fall down in parts
and pieces of hearts,
veins pulled apart,
by our teeth that we lost,
and buried beneath the yard,
now we speak in the breeze at the tops of the trees.

We're still saying the same thing in the end.
Theres a way that depends,
on your heart in a frame,
three demensions you boxed it,
and wondered about the spirit in things.

Now the house has burned down.
Besides that,
we don't have much to talk about.
So I'll just walk around the backyard for now.

Its passive my friends.
Its really no use,
defining this truth.
just something to accept in the end.
Its no use
it wont move,
on this, all depends.

Its a means to the end,
that depends on your heart,
and when you start to mean what you said,
that you've been here before, now, again.

We let that photo album tear us apart.
It was nothing but a bad example of the specks of light in perfect dark.
I let go of every word
and pulled myself together.
At least its a start.