Post by notavailable on May 1, 2010 2:00:41 GMT -5
Under the bridge of your dismantling
A single light invades
Persuasive scratchings in the dirt
Nobody home, nobody here
It collects under your fingernails until
Breathing is the only sound
But also the running water
(The creek that you bathe yourself in)
You pick them clean
Yesterday, you left
And the whole world ran after you but they couldn't keep up
They returned to their homes and dressed in black
Even then you whistled tunes of loneliness and abandonment
Regretful of a small favor
A moment of your time, a cup of coffee to undo this knot
Unseal your fate, or maybe use the letter opener
We don't have to be this way
The barn might need a fresh coat of paint
But the silo's full of grain
I could kill myself now
Or wait until tomorrow if it's nice out
(Procrastination isn't so bad after all)
Can you come back?
Can you come back...if I do too?
A single light invades
Persuasive scratchings in the dirt
Nobody home, nobody here
It collects under your fingernails until
Breathing is the only sound
But also the running water
(The creek that you bathe yourself in)
You pick them clean
Yesterday, you left
And the whole world ran after you but they couldn't keep up
They returned to their homes and dressed in black
Even then you whistled tunes of loneliness and abandonment
Regretful of a small favor
A moment of your time, a cup of coffee to undo this knot
Unseal your fate, or maybe use the letter opener
We don't have to be this way
The barn might need a fresh coat of paint
But the silo's full of grain
I could kill myself now
Or wait until tomorrow if it's nice out
(Procrastination isn't so bad after all)
Can you come back?
Can you come back...if I do too?
