and it's a little game we play called it's good

[cherrylips_]

it's good that you can turn this off, turn me off
like a faucet that's leaking in your house
one that keeps you awake at night
spilling sounds that pull you from your bed
and out of sleep

it's good to know that as quickly as this came
this just as quietly left
kind of like autumn steals way into summer's last days
like the leaves fall outside my window
without a rustle, or an explanation, or a promise
to return the following year
yes, it's like i left town once, cowering in cars with two suitcases
knocking at my knees, along with all the goodbye phone calls
i never thought to make

and yeah, it's good that you can turn this off, turn me off,
like a power outage in the city, the kind where lovers crawl into each other's beds
without the tv on for the first time in weeks
where the only sound is whispering and the twist of bedsheets
and god, i thought it was such a blessing
i thought we were such a blessing
but the lights are off on your side of town, and i am just this pale excuse
in a nightgown
i'm the wake up call you never asked for, you are the lamp on my bedside table
and i'd like to turn this off, to turn you off,
but, i am not able.