It was a long hot summer day

We're in the living room watching the light drain away

Too tired to read what your cards foretold

Inside of a yawn

When she said,

"the first time you show me your true heart i'll be gone."



The numb ringing after the bell was rung

Playing red light green light, such timeless fun

There was no way to kickstart any conversation

It was like the beginning of 2001

When she said, "i'll be gone."



The air isn't moving and

The women have nothing on their lips

But the kind of breath that you keep for the hospital bed

Pregnant with the timeless drop and the wind

How the air leeches the gold out of everything elusive and stolen

I'll be gone


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