Maybe that was you
(hit the concrete hard
kiss it deep)
And you walked along (it struck you)
And you caught my eye
(and you knew I saw it coming).

Or maybe it was you
up there
(does it hurt so badly,
baby,
broken)
So that the pump
of rocking motion
Mocked and mimicked
reaching skyward (opened up)
possibilities
(your face)


To see the way things could have been, i have to turn
and look down the way you came
(it’s snowing now, you’d like the feeling)
past the
hit and the
glare and the
fact that you’re
lying there

and who were you again?
(what makes you think you’re)
done with the waiting for this.
(Baby, I’m gone.)



breathe
breathe
breathebreathebreathebreathe     breathe                    breathe
breathe                      breathe

breathe









breathe