(no subject)
it gets dark early in this aweful midwest town
theres a boy sitting on your front porch waiting for the night
he measures time by ciggarettes its about half past ten
hes clearly conscious of how it wont be like it was back then
check his watch and sighs as he prays for rain
or just some excuse for him to leave and go back home
it's to easy for him to crawl back here
not to easy for him to understand
why, its always so cold when he thinks of you
its enough to make me shudder
on the way home, he counts his steps
makes sure he misses cracks
more bad luck is the last thing that he needs right now
all he wants is a kiss not laced with alcohol
the street lights they flicker as if making their demands
shutting off when he gets near not lighting his way home
he cannot hear his footsteps, its a walk of a dead man
everything is a version that is of something else
goodbye, he says
that's a lie, he says
and he knows its true
theres a boy sitting on your front porch waiting for the night
he measures time by ciggarettes its about half past ten
hes clearly conscious of how it wont be like it was back then
check his watch and sighs as he prays for rain
or just some excuse for him to leave and go back home
it's to easy for him to crawl back here
not to easy for him to understand
why, its always so cold when he thinks of you
its enough to make me shudder
on the way home, he counts his steps
makes sure he misses cracks
more bad luck is the last thing that he needs right now
all he wants is a kiss not laced with alcohol
the street lights they flicker as if making their demands
shutting off when he gets near not lighting his way home
he cannot hear his footsteps, its a walk of a dead man
everything is a version that is of something else
goodbye, he says
that's a lie, he says
and he knows its true