I'm dying and I remember you...
How is it possible to feel everything and nothing
in the same breath?
I'm chewing through ice, imaginary
and grotesque
I'm lying on my back, an unfamiliar shore,
my skin is nothing but salt
water and unfettered expectations
Taken out of context, I
become stale, it seems, useless,
impotent
I think this was a bad idea.
I think we should call it off, you and me.
I think I can't compete with the dull
midwestern sky or the ceaseless
march of time or the complete falsity
of the rememberence of positive embraces
I think i'm done wanting this.
My palms ache and my chest is weighted
meaning I am not whole.
My voice has left me, along with my humor
meaning it's not good.
I need strong group hugs, laughter
and the tingling sensation of being needed
but those are all so far away
and the snow falls on the living and the dead
New York, I look forward to our reunion
dirty, gritty, crisp.
in the same breath?
I'm chewing through ice, imaginary
and grotesque
I'm lying on my back, an unfamiliar shore,
my skin is nothing but salt
water and unfettered expectations
Taken out of context, I
become stale, it seems, useless,
impotent
I think this was a bad idea.
I think we should call it off, you and me.
I think I can't compete with the dull
midwestern sky or the ceaseless
march of time or the complete falsity
of the rememberence of positive embraces
I think i'm done wanting this.
My palms ache and my chest is weighted
meaning I am not whole.
My voice has left me, along with my humor
meaning it's not good.
I need strong group hugs, laughter
and the tingling sensation of being needed
but those are all so far away
and the snow falls on the living and the dead
New York, I look forward to our reunion
dirty, gritty, crisp.