“It’s been a long journey,”
Said I, without a surprise,
A long journey, I say now,
On the road to self-destruction
To abuse and a success
Saved for a grave
Six hours away
In a city so slow,
I just can’t keep up.
I haven’t slept a wink in forty long days.
I’m so scared of
The things that don’t matter,
Like your elbows
And the color of my hair:
I’m going mad.
I can feel it,
I’m going to end up
Like heroes in ovens
Of years past,
And I know my fate
But I’ve no idea
If there’s still an ‘us’
‘Cause I’m hiding my feelings
As you’re fighting off lust.
Though I wish it didn’t matter,
It always will.
I’m staying alive on photographs
And the impossible math
Of trying to glue
Our pieces
Together.
Did we ever fit to begin with?
‘Cause I’m not sure of
Anything anymore,
Except for your eyebrows
And my legs when they’re sore.
I’ve got cuts you’ve never seen
Beneath the skin,
Right through my heart
With her flickering beat.
I’m stuck between the sheets
Of what could still be
If I had the courage to say
The words I’m feeling:
I’d die without you.
And God, I’m not exaggerating
Even if I wanted to be.
We feel it ending,
But just watch the
Storm out the window,
Not knowing what to do,
With tied tongues
And I’m trying to run again,
Away from the problems
And the vanities
Of the relationship we’ve
Been starring in
On some deserted stage,
Way off Broadway
With a two star review
As I’m missing the cues
That never once existed
Before there was you.