Things that make me feel dirty
won't stick around forever
a sunny day seems lost now
but I remember when.
A smaller waist, cleaner air
love notes you'd tape to my door handle
Sometimes I get so caught up in it all
contemplating what I caused
running away from guilt's lonesome handshake
every chance I get.
Our reasons for fear are just different.
They won't stay around forever.
On the way home at the red light
it looked like the road was getting longer
But it was probably just something I ate.
I remember how we had it set up
The light from the lamp
A car trunk full of letters tells my story
though some chapters I just want to forget.
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