And Turn The Speakers Up.

THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

I would be plain about you

How you're ten thousands' of miles
Away

Even when you're a Summer's phonecall ,

I could never tell you how I'm sorry for that season.

I could fix that tomorrow

But I'll never fix this.

When you ring on a busy day

When you talk about a distant weather

Or that joke the other day

Don't you feel like talking to me?

I would be subtle if I could

But I have no metaphor

To turn tears into a familiar melody.

I'm dry. This is me dressed in words

Of words without words.

Come home, no, hold.

I can't tell you what's here

To come back for anymore.

TonFlyingHigh!11:47 PM

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