I
She sits in front of me and says...
The world is so small from here,
as i'm walking into my dreams...
You lived and laughed
at every moving being...
This is not how it's supposed to be.
You'll have to go away...
For every teardrop I expose
is a memory I compose...
Like everyone who grew up
in abusive atmospheres do...
You know how when
your day comes to...
..And then the walls crumbled down to the floor,
but I saw no priest, not one savior on my door...
Eyes gazing but not looking
Dimples holding a half stitched smile...
Do you still fall
like leaves on a September wind...
You sat in my window,
singing ironic love songs...
Iced
Naps...