Sunday, February 15, 2009

frast is not a word

How much distance can I leave between us on half-lived attempts to get closer
don’t ask for explanation the time it would take would detract from the point
I read in the paper someone I knew was murdered it’s ugly all so ugly
I look at my car in the driveway and wonder how far away it would take me

If the world looked much more like 1983 would you love me, would I love you too
Cause the walls this year get greyer each morning I drain them of color just like I did you
When you go on and get a lot older tomorrow I'll tell you again
stop calling me back and I'll stop calling you the one that got away

our wavelengths communicate intricately like a music box winding
we're supposed to discuss the whale in the bathtub but never do anything
I guess it takes beautiful pictures to show you the time that has passed
cracks in foundations are planning ascension to something that matters

the crickets are rubbing their ankles together to pass the time
going through the motions just like me when I lie and I say I'm just fine
oh why are we talking around what we’re wanting to say
why aren’t we talking about all of the moments that will never be the same

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