i have better memories of you during worse times
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days you planned
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with your head in your hands
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and your feet benath your thighs
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im sure youd recall
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that stretch of mills wrapped around
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rockier peaks
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back home where your diary leaks
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the names of those you forgot to possess
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the wretched figures that youve never sewn to your dress
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you are much more
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than i'll resign myself to
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you are much more
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than i'll assign to myself
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our hands are wrapped around
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tongues youve bit
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and its easy to reword failures
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that no longer fit
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i forgot your name on that very same day
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i wrote away the symptoms youd have me betray
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and i'll never invest a sick sense in anything this immense
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minds that turn pale
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from conversations and innuendos you struggle to find
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they grow out of themselves on their own
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through words we find
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pills that are easier lost than swallowed
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when we've buried all the roads we had left to follow
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over and over and over and over again
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Tacoma
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