| 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?




