Sunday, March 7, 2010

"Weary"

there are no other options after this
it's hard to make sense in the cold
alone outside the drugstore window
there are no miracles here

was it worth the seduction this time
a lonesome look in the opposite direction
with eyes that expect too much
a map of your hometown is useless here

an empty house with a hallway full of shoes
a panel of enemies to set you straight
the world slowly turns while we wait
an address can not lead you home

a ghostly shape in the mirror
still digging at rock bottom
please driver, count this money one more time
your cold body cross my weary bones

as i come clean i feel the pain
i felt you the most when you were slowing down

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