to share with anyone The boundary of language quietly coos All the different names for the same thing There are different names for the same things There are different names for
will die But I'll be a close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for
span the length of the isle of Manhattan I'd bring it to where you are Making a lake of the East River and Hudson If I could open my mouth Wide enough for
I once knew a girl in the years of my youth With eyes like the summer of beauty and truth But in the morning I fled, left a note and it read Someday
And it came to me then That every plan Is a tiny glance of father time As I stared at my shoes In the ICU That reeked of piss and 409 And I rationed
It was one hundred degrees As we sat beneath a willow tree Who's tears didn't care, they just hung in the air And refused to fall, to fall And I knew
I used to be No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw Something he was not looking for
Time for the final bow Rows of deserted houses All our stable mates are highway bound Give us our measly sum Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly
many possibilities to not be alone The flames and smoke climbed out of every window And disappeared with everything that you held dear And you shed not a single tear for
I want to live where soul meets body And let the sun wrap its arms around me And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing And feel, feel what its like
Squeaky swings and tall grass The longest shadows ever cast The water's warm and children swim And we frolicked about in our summer skin I don't
I want to live where soul meets body And let the sun wrap its arms around me And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing And feel, feel what it's like
will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for
I used to be No longer easy on the eyes But these wrinkles masterfully disguise The youthful boy below Who turned your way and saw Something he was not looking for
span the length of the isle of Manhattan I'd bring it to where you are Making a lake of the east river and Hudson If I could open my mouth Wide enough for
with anyone The boundaries of language I quietly cursed All the different names for the same thing There are different names for the same thing There are different names for
many possibilities to not be alone The flames and smoke climbed out of every window And disappeared with everything that you held dear But you shed not a single tear For
Squeaky swings and tall grass The longest shadows ever cast The water's warm and children swim And we frolicked about in our summer skin I don't recall
