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A terrible man, |
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A desperate attempt to make amends, |
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Wrote a song for a girl |
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Who could not, but just imagine |
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About something he read once |
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About static and distance |
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Somehow he simply could not |
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Without feeling terribly static and incredibly distant |
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About recent encounters |
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About love and affliction |
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Ziplocks and plastic containers |
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The gentleness of her kisses |
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About the possible cancer which has manifested |
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In the mirror far right of his forehead |
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About a world that could never be kind, never be kind |
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Never be kind (x7) |
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What if I vanished, dematerialized? |
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Into the great miscellaneous, |
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Into your craterous eyes? |
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About the taste of tree sap(Something recently tasted) |
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About growing old |
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About his fear of the cold, and the darkness |
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At age 27, how foolish does that make him? |
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Bundled up in the cold, |
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Afraid of the dark at age 27 |
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A song for a girl |
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He knew he'd never quite finish |
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In the drunk breath of autumn |
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And all its glory and strangeness |
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We can hide (x8) |
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You are mine (x5) |
