Don’t know if it was real or in a dream
Lately waking up i’m not sure where i’ve been
There was a table set for six and five were there
I stood outside and kept my eyes upon the empty chair
There was steam on the windows from the kitchen
Laughter like a language I once spoke with ease
But I’m made mute by the virtue of decision
And I choose your life goes on without me
Oh, the fear I’ve known
That I might reap the praise of strangers
And end up on my own
All I’ve sold is a song
But maybe I was wrong
I said to you
The one gift that I’d adore
Is a package at door
?????? years unfolding
But you told me if I had my way
I’d be bored i’d be bored
????
When we last talked we were lying
On our backs
Looking at the sky
Looking through the ceiling
I used to lie like that alone out on the driveway
Trying to read the greek upon the stars
The alphabet of feeling
All i knew back then
There was a calling that said
If joy then pain
The sound the voice these years later
Is still the same
I am alone in a hotel room tonight
I squeeze the sky out
But there’s not a star appears
Making my studies with this paper and this pencil
And i’m working through the grammar of my fears
Oh mercy mercy
What i want ?
To have the things that mean the most
Ought to mean the things i miss
Unforgiving choice it is
Language or the kiss