09-01-2016, 08:36 AM
Here there are two months of Summer
and seven months of Fall,
so I've got all the time in the world to miss you.
I count the leaves
dropping in the hall
and in the kitchen.
I can see the trees,
bare.
In no condition to fight the cold, but they do it anyway.
I'm in no condition to watch the clock tick,
but it's 4:31, :32, :33 AM
and here I am
drunk off red wine and bad karma.
Too many blank stares and one liners.
I wish you would come save me,
but maybe that's just how the story ends.
And I will count the leaves
dropping in the hall
and in the kitchen.
Only six more months of Fall.
and seven months of Fall,
so I've got all the time in the world to miss you.
I count the leaves
dropping in the hall
and in the kitchen.
I can see the trees,
bare.
In no condition to fight the cold, but they do it anyway.
I'm in no condition to watch the clock tick,
but it's 4:31, :32, :33 AM
and here I am
drunk off red wine and bad karma.
Too many blank stares and one liners.
I wish you would come save me,
but maybe that's just how the story ends.
And I will count the leaves
dropping in the hall
and in the kitchen.
Only six more months of Fall.