Is

Is
 I don't really have to know
 The kinds of kisses you would throw
 A deadly form of undertow
 To take me down
 Ascending on that subtle sway
 I'd rather die than live this way
 So give my love to holidays
 Salt and sweet, 'cause
 You can't describe
 You don't have the words
 And you don't have the mind
 I can't pretend
 A means that I intend
 As hollow as this end
 Is
 Now look you've come to worry me
 To sugar-sweet and bully me
 Tragedy or comedy
 You decide
 Regretting how you spoke that truth
 Of buckled backs and broken youth
 Still reaching for the butter blue
 Pie-love sky that
 You can't describe
 You don't have the words
 And you don't have the mind
 I can't pretend
 A means that I intend
 As hollow as this end
 Is
 Would I be lucky just to wait
 Out these days, the years that groom us to our fate?
 And I know I should be glad
 It's just the best I ever had
 Then why does it always seem so sad?
 To cup it like a grassy blade
 Just bottle up and curse the day
 Instead I give myself away
 Every time
 So sappharine the seams I sow
 It's not a side I like to show
 Still I don't really want to know
 How you shine, 'cause
 You can't describe
 You don't have the words
 And you don't have the mind
 I can't pretend
 A means that I intend
 As hollow as this end
 Is