Grab a seat, don’t take your coat off
in your own house, I’m not staying,
only until it clears up; if I go out now
I will sink into the ground, You say
as you sink into a chair - a creaking noise,
to remind you.
You survive on the short sugar rush
of a Proustian coffee; the past is a gentle
unfaithful lover
I’ll call them. Put on your nicest voice,
sing yourself to them.
But you push in so many words;
they can’’t understand.
Fall asleep, don’t take off your coat
in your own bed, I’m not sleeping,
so when they ring, my phone or door,
I can open up. I can go home, You say,
but the blinds have been down so long
you can’t see when it stops raining
It hurts to see you try.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Grab a seat, don’t take your coat off
in your own house, I’m not staying,
only until it clears up; if I go out now
I will sink into the ground, You say
as you sink into a chair - a creaking noise,
to remind you.
You survive on the short sugar rush
of a Proustian coffee; the past is a gentle
unfaithful lover
I’ll call them. Put on your nicest voice,
sing yourself to them.
But you push in so many words;
they can’’t understand.
Fall asleep, don’t take off your coat
in your own bed, I’m not sleeping,
so when they ring, my phone or door,
I can open up. I can go home, You say,
but the blinds have been down so long
you can’t see when it stops raining
It hurts to see you try.
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