Downstairs,
Halfway dead,
Suckin down coffee from a black old fountain,
Is a home where you lay your head?
Or where your fake swordfish is mounted?
Eyes-crossed,
Habitually I would leave the room to read but surely
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 let me keep you safe".
Lost art,
Lost boy,
Watching a grown man drink to 11 to 11 a.
(m)pire,
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 and so close to you, know that you keep me safe.
Writer(s): Jacob Starnes Ewald, Brendan Taylor Francis Lukens, Ian Daniel Farmer, Sean Edward Huber
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