Downstairs, halfway dead Sucking down coffee from a black old fountain Is your home where you lay your head Or where your fake swordfish is mounted?
Eyes-crossed Habitually, I would leave the room prematurely With a tiny little pile of dark roast grounds Where I once stood just enough there to keep me safe
Rained-out Wrapped right up in our metaphorical overpriced ponchos Endless rides home, circling the block For the whisper of a word we didn't know how to use in a sentence
Saw you, went home Drank myself silly in the basement alone And the spiders were showing off a sense of humor on the ceiling Spinning letters together, I read “we keep you safe"
Lost art, lost boy Watching a grown man drink a 211 at 11 a.m. Our old joy! But everything is changing even faster than it was back then
You hold me It feels like I am finally closing my eyes After a year and a half long day, and I am tired as hell Listen close, do you know that you keep me safe?
