the Bridge over flowers in the park

Heartwork

Window washers, time travelers, and me
Drink from a different cup of lonely
By the time I’d found a reflection you’d be proud to see
I was lost alone in love’s memory

Latitudes and longitudes that allowed our love to breathe
Scatter like a deck of cards across this musical city

And I find it kind of funny I still lie to you in my dreams,
Gentle reminders you never had the best of me

And on the bridge over flowers in the park you told me things you’d never said out loud 
Like how you’d steal away to hide from your mind’s crowd
And ask me to describe a broken heart with a few lines
Our love was a house of cards that blew over in time
Three hands on an open window; one of yours and both of mine 

Window washers, time travelers, and me
Always searching for just a little more clarity
By the time I’d found a better version of me
You’d moved on to brighter company
Mirrors, windows, and painted lines on the street
Were the last few things that took you away from me

And I find it kind of funny, morning notes you’d love to read
Now gather dust on the mirror over the bathroom sink

And on the bridge over flowers in the park
I told you things I’d never said out loud
How I prayed for a girl like you
And I couldn’t believe that I’d found

And ask me to describe a broken fairy tale with a few lines
Our love was a house of cards that blew over in time 
Three hands on an open window; one of yours and both of mine

There was a reason it wasn’t you
I just haven’t found her yet
Although I pray your head rests upon a heart that beats for your best

And on the bridge over flowers in the park
I think I get it now
I might be a better man
That doesn’t mean that love waits around

And ask me to describe a broken heart with a few lines
Our love was a house of cards that blew over in time 
Three hands on an open window; one of yours and both of mine.