So Long Past Past-Due
She is a willow
Forty acres of a dying lot
It hasn’t rained since ‘97
In the dying of the day
You were only half awake
While we were crying at the wake
I’m slowing down, I’ll tie my shoe
I’ll jog, walk, crawl if I have to
So that this remains a steady chase
On a park bench
Not too far from where we first met
Or, where I first laid eyes on you
Give me all you’ve got
I’ll take it all away
I let you go but I wanted you to stay
Four Fifty-Two A.M.
Our eyes are wide, mouths dry
Of caffiene, and women in spandex
I drew a map on the back of my hand
Of all the roads and boulevards behind your hair
I just wanted to ask you, from this day on
A shudder in the wind
Your velvet hand paints my purple skin
That’s when you shake the blanket from the dust
