Waking, you say "could it be time? I couldn't even pass for a footnote within my
own life"
the way a comb loses all of its teeth like it wants to remind us again
A mother again, she flattens her joy and waits for your ringtone.
And with a sigh you move a mountain to be with her again in time.
This is what you were singing: "not this time, and i will walk away"
(yeah, you do that)
Stay close and don't forget: you're out of the race!
Bundle up like a well-built hive.
Wait up. The kind of
people you don't pick up may have a way to save your
neck, honey.
Stay close or follow them home to a city with something to offer.
Hilo, I'm a thousand miles from you and your mom and the bikes we stole.
I know you're missing the islands and even if she
needs you like wine you have to find a common language to speak to her again in time.
This is what you were singing: "not this time, and i will walk away"