the seasons of my life

sometimes i'm tangled up, like knotted up headphone cords or a necklace you just can't get undone or sheets that bunch around my ankles and hold me in place. it's like how you're scared to death when you're on a roller coaster, twists and turns and drops that make your stomach soar but in the end all it is a metal car on a metal track and electricity and magnets that go back and forth, and two minutes later it's like you never left that place where you started. if i had my way, every day would be my birthday and my present would always be you. sometimes my heart beats too fast, a telegram running through my veins to whoever is listening ear to chest. i want you STOP i need you STOP where are you STOP i can't sleep without you STOP. but who understands morse code anymore? no one made a rosetta stone for the matters of the heart. so let's throw away the rules and roll the dice; we already know how to play the game. i'm standing at the edge of the mountain and all i can feel is your hand in mine. close your eyes and jump and if there's a landslide i know we'll be okay.