a talking to
the morning after combat
october
revolution
flood
runaway
kind of

runaway
thanks to sophie

do you cross your legs in the morning when you think of me?
did you ever watch the news? I think that story was on tv
all about the girls who bang their wrists & then disappear so quickly
did you think I'd find her eventually? well obviously not
but I won't let that be our song [I'm too far gone to twist that plot]
you fed me on little clues & shiny truths & studio art
maybe I need a lover who brews her schemes up in a different pot

alone
please leave me alone.

I see your ghost outside every time I see the sun
if she said / if I did / if he didn't - I can't swallow that shit, it's just some
poor defense against your fugitive's delirium
I'm doing everything within my reach just to prove that you were wrong
don't say I held you hostage, baby, you've already run away down along
the interstate of red armed bliss that leads to every single song
where I clench my fists and bear down hard until all my words are gone

alone
you've run away from home.

and now it's just a puzzle, how you hit me right out of my blue
& now I'm just a broken face with pieces scattered around the room
remember when you asked if I could still write a song for you in tune?
so I'll sing of your last supper of blood & fish & eyes & more
this one tastes like pennies, I'll search for a change away from that trail of yours
and my hands will grope until my soft skin cracks just the way I adore
I hope that what you want is what you are asking for

alone
do you want to be alone?