hey. it's been a while since i've seen your face.
it's been a while since i had so much space to think,
it's been a long time coming.
been tip-toed on a tight rope with no safety net in place
above mothers and daughters, their husbands and fathers,
the wars fought within and without.
since i can't shake my selfishness & death is coming just as quick for me-
cumbersome and proud-
i push myself back down.
but hey, it's just a little further down everyday.
it's just a little more than we think we can take,
but only just a little.
i know we'll be fine, know we'll find a new way.
somehow always manage to crawl out from the damage,
reset our bones stand back up.
but the air in my lungs feels too pure for my blood
and the water's been rising for months,
wanna spill my guts.
hey. believe that everything will be ok,
believe that everything is penciled in & gray.
it's been a long time coming,
gunmetal storms rolling in on the bay.
clean your closets and gutters and close up all your shutters
don't trust the knock at the front.
lately the hands round our wrists are our own,
constricting and shameful and cuffs with locks rusted shut.
i'm a lock rusted shut.
pieces of the path i have followed
constantly rearrange into tomorrow.
can't ever commit, not ever not spent.
the price on my head from the surplus i've borrowed.
so whittle me out till i'm hollow.
my passing leaves not even me with sorrow,
it won't ever relent, says don't ever repent.
just want it out from underneath my skin,