You know the morning comes before you know,
when you just go run into the snow
and if you come home with vertigo
your parents say you’re just too old.
the mornings come before you know,
while the dreams all fall in the undertow,
so write down your fathers anecdote
in the armchair silence where you were born.
If I was alone, I’d still prefer to think of you.
I’ve met a million faces, but only memorized a few,
so let’s speak in indoor voices by the fireplace
over which to warm this empty heart.
And I’m lost now but I’ve yet to fall or sink
it doesn’t hurt as much as you would think.
So leave these scattered brains behind
who fall asleep with thrift store eyes,
and stay awake with me awhile
there’s a street light over every mile.
If I was alone, I’d still prefer to waste your time,
an light without a shadow is just a real lonely guy;
so let’s speak in indoor voices by the fireplace
over which to warm this empty heart.
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