I don’t know the real from what I thought I saw
I can’t remember where I went,
Where I was.
I’m gonna move toward a point in time
Where where you are is a state of mind,
And anytime I can read your thoughts
Some of them yours and some I thought up.
There’s no good reason for a heartbreak,
Nothing’s repeating every Monday.
It’s no good saying you’ll always be mine.
These jokes life’s playing, they make me so tired.
It’s already too much to always see you off
The sense that hours go back is enough
I like to fade when I write this line
There’s every reason to paint a decline
And every mile I walk is five.
I’ll get where I’m going in the next life,
And all the while there’s a false face,
This every killing is left untraced
This kind of falling saved my son
This constant longing for what’s gone…