“Your Favorite Shadow”
What is it about bedroom floors and the sound of my voice,
I could convince myself I’m talking to you if I stare for long enough in the mirror,
What if all your words don’t fit from my shoulder to my wrist, I still want my free hand,
And what are you going to do when you finally say the wrong thing? You’ve been living off of my forgiveness for years now,
The cast of shadows above my bed gives me too much credit, they say if I could just get back to you I would happy,
I know I’ve messed that up but if I hadn’t I would’ve eventually,
A new face, a new obsession, a new song? When will it be enough for me and all my demons I’m eating for?
You never talked about, I just called it cuts, if you had stayed or I hadn’t left, would I still have the guts?
But now there’re soaking into the carpet, along with my cynical second chance,
You can’t wait for the light of day to read the writing on the wall, but I’m convinced I wrote it because it’s terribly misspelled, with a hint of sadness and word play,
But nothing is fun, and nothing is comfy anymore, not like when I used to not know the color of the sky, here I’ve just forgotten,
Awsten would know all about that, but what do I know? I sit at the piano and cry between the keys, like a song will come out the other side,
My fingers are starved for a melody and with my diet I’d rather switch it around,
And you don’t have to hang on if irony will catch you, but when your fever breaks, you realize everyone who was there for you was just another version of yourself that you didn’t trust.
-It’s me, Emmett, tbh your husband is probably gay. ✌️