Oakland (feat. Savon Bartley) Video (MV)

As the night falls like raindrops
Tearing through the seem of a car window
I carry my pain
Up 13th street to some party in Oakland
Looking for something loud enough to drown out the blistering silence weeping in the wrist of a break up
My imagination is running
Like mascara down the face of the girl I left back home
Wondering if my last chance at love is a blocked phone number

I'm way too scared to call
Because she might get me to stay

Heart still a cracked portrait of dust
Collecting in the spaces between my fingers
I hang a wet coat of loneliness on the hook of a song I haven't heard before
Hoping to gag the leaky faucet in my chest with second hand smoke and bad decisions
High off the blood red needles on the volume meter
I'm dancing
In a crowd of mistakes that will be made in the next few hours thinking

I'm ready to go

When your arms cascade over my head
Like a waterfall of dying halos
Rest on my shoulders the way a crow watches the opening
Credits to a bad storm perched on a telephone wire
My hands sow themselves to your hips
Like a mother sows a seed in a burning sanctuary the night before a rapture
I wear your body like a chain
A mother tells her son not to show off
In a neighborhood like this.
Beads of holy water bloom from our skin.

Your hips
Shaped like a glass of hours I want to spend talking to you under the moonlight sometime
Sway
Like a gorgeous chandelier swinging from the neck of a walking earthquake
My soul covered the floor in breaths I lost the moment you said
"You're a really good dancer"
I think you meant actor
I think my voice is the type of silence that you cry to
I think your eyes are a bullet wounds silhouette
Drowning in a pool of white lies I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself only fools fall in love
And mama didn't raise no fool

But can we just roll with the feeling
Can we roll out for a minute

When my thoughts can't breathe
My palms are a rotting graveyard of faces
And tears
I buried with the dirt off my shoulder

You asked me if I would feel better if we kissed
Deeper than breath
Lips locked like eyes from across the room
Tongue between teeth
Like a shotgun barrel

And if I kissed you tonight
It would probably start a riot in Oakland
So let's try