You have fun.
And I'm so glad.
That I can somewhat keep it up.
But essays always win
Over me
And friends.
And I hate that.
2.
"
After having spent a fast year
Waiting for the next time I can get you close
I grew used to being back here
Like a chorus synth line soldier at his post
You call and I respond
The sparrow and the song
I miss you when you're gone
When I am alone, I
See you in the dark, I
Talk into the empty
Like you were with me
Started on a cold night
Felt you in the low light
Noticing the reflex
Taking over me
I see you when I reach
Muscle memory
Again, off into the next fall
I am on the back steps tryin' to let you in
See you standin' in the front hall
Maybe this is madness underneath my skin
Guess the misery spawns
Or the body it haunts
And we do what it wants
...
When you feel the chains
Of a thousand words
And I speak your name
Like I know you heard
I can feel you there
I can hear you move
And it moves me, too
When I'm playin' games
When I'm drinkin' wine
And I see your glass
Sittin' next to mine
I can feel you there
When you're not at home
Like I'm not alone
"
