We turn to these things because that's what we think we have
The phone calls at 7 began to stop
Don't throw away our love they said
Don't throw it away
Today
It's different
You find yourself here and not there
Do you wanna be there?
He's scared
Make a choice
Are they changed?
Nope
Still the same
Just distant
It seems that over there is too far a walk
Why does my mind always lead back to you in my thoughts?
Empty life, is this what this is
You say you're over it
It's in the past
Whatever, whatever
And you're there
Having a blast
Here in my solitude
I hear the drums
The death march or peace time song
I'm over it
It's done
Right back in the past
Tomorrow a new day but same old silly schedule
I copied her poem in a hurry, disheveled
But still it's my life, one like no other
And these moments they spill onto the canvas
each drop after another
The paint can never runs dry
the pigments dark now
But wait till tomorrow
Maybe these will be brighter.
Brighter than today's I hope
But as we speak hoping's not enough
Waiting can't wait
jump out
get in
stop dealing with this sin
you say it's over
Oh,
it's done.