May 2012
April 2012
right now, old spice and fabric softener
Jezebel,
There’s a ringing in my ear from when I called you,
Got this tiny little fear that I won’t see you,
When that sun goes down again.
Jezebel,
I’ve got honey on my hands from when I held you,
Got this tiny rubber band to wrap around your finger,
When that sun goes down again,
Whoooaaa,
When that sun goes down again.
Now the moon is on my side,
But that’s not what I need,
I’m laughing through the night,
But that don’t mean so much to me,
This girl is out of sight,
As anyone can see,
As anyone can see,
Alright.
Jezebel,
There’s a ringing in my ear,
Oh, Jezebel,
There it goes again my dear,
I’ve got to see you,
when that sun goes down again,
When that sun goes down again.
My city’s still breathing (but barely it’s true)
Through buildings gone missing like teeth
The sidewalks are watching me think about you
Sparkled with broken glass
I’m back with scars to show
Back with the streets I know
Will never take me anywhere but here
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand
The strangers whose faces I know
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal
To say, “I wanted it this way”
Wait for the year to drown
Spring forward, fall back down
I’m trying not to wonder where you are
All this time lingers, undefined
Someone choose who’s left and who’s leaving
Memory will rust and erode into lists
Of all that you gave me:
A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest
The best parts of lonely, duct-tape, and soldered wires
New words for old desires
And every birthday card I threw away
I wait in 4/4 time
Count yellow highway lines that you’re relying on
To lead you home