Lately - I'm up too late...
And they say
     early to bed early to rise
But almost every night
     I can't silence my mind -
Filled with
What if's, and why not's
And how did's, and who got's - ?
It's a rattle in the bones -
It's a cold draft above your bed -
It's the spider you never **** -
It's the music inside your head -
I'm not usually one to go places
Or start fights - I don't usually cook at home
And I'm afraid of sharp knives -
I don't call my friends as often I probably could -
And I don't tell myself I'm as awesome as I am as often as I should -
Cut down, last tree standing
No sound -
There's no sound in the darkness -

I leave dishes in the sink
For days and kiss girls
At bars and buy then
Drinks - I
Chase the burn
With ice and Tums
And if she shows
I'm likely to run, away -
I'm likely to run, away
Because for a while now -
I've been dreaming of another home

She's your friend
Your friend
He's got his hand
On her leg, he's -
got short hair
on his face, she's -
got a short skirt
on the way to his place -
I'm at home
With my hands
At last alone
With my hands.

I'm not to blame for
Something you lost -
I'm not to blame for
When we bump into each other
I
was just passing by
your new apartment
on foot barefoot
at midnight
alone.
This is my new thing now.
You could know something about that.
But you left -
What else would I be?
Obviously not 'keeping it together'
obviously distraught
I gotta be kidding you, you say.
Yeah.

Anagram isn't defined by what it looks like -
Anagram sees
what all others miss
Anagram,
how do you manage this?

You don't call
But I still visit
Always out of reach
Never out of mind so
I reach and
I reach
and I
r e a c h

I like New England
Nothing is comfortable here. And
I'm in a love that's
ever fading -
every day - palm tree purgatory -
worse, possibly
noise before like
and after even
every vibration of life around you -