We'd get drunk again and whisper
10/14 2020
We'd get drunk again and whisper
About what we are afraid will lose its place
We take the game too seriously anyways,
As the hours go by we can't help but smile
Alone, yes, obviously - dropping ashes by our feet
In the darkened room by the weary dream
I ask him "What is it that which I owe?"
He turns and walks out my door, leaving us alone
By the newly printed picture frames and old
The face that haunts me tricks its shadow
Out from its murky street
Her voice is sweet and low
Her smell is roses and newly fallen oak
Her warmth crackles in its intrinsic glow
I like to think that she's delicate
But I mistake her for my reflection
That somehow, always, takes her place
So we whisper, so we blink, so we breathe
Then, sometime by the hall an unexpected call
That shuts open doors forevermore
Voices that tell me of the world
Start to echo in the faces of bearded men
Everything changes someone, but why,
this time, did it have to be me?
We'd get drunk again and whisper
About what we fear will gain
From this unexpected flux in the internal status-quo
We have much to learn from every living soul
Yet we are afraid of everyone
Who doesn't cry in exactly the same way
Like ourselves - as you stand and hum
In the elevator by one reminiscent
Of that ancient voice, from a dream,
From a very distant telephone
You try to make sense of the whole picture
You give up, get drunk, have a cigarette
Blow it out as your face grows old
And tune out