This city’s killing us
Can’t you see it
Smothering laugh lines
Between you and me
Can’t you see
The river rising so high
Creaking at the wooden beams
In the dead of the night
The house sleeps
As our dreams, they wander
Last week you were cocked and loaded
This week I don’t get a response
The finicky way of Venus
Never understanding your ways
Just the way your hips gyrate
Through the room
I stay mesmerized
Kill the lights tonight
Keep us separated by street signs
And flashing lights
All through the night
Between us
So many miles leaped up
Can’t you see
This city‘s killing us
Haunting my sleep with the voice
Someone I can’t seem to see
Thoughts of just living this life
With me
I got your politely written letter
Probably sponsor approved
Dotted I’s and perfectly crossed T’s
Letting you rest with your exit
From me
Letting your self close the door
From your side of the room
Something I have never been to good at
Learning from you even in the end I do
I guess this relationship is through
Finding a roach on the counter
I scour as I walk in the dark
Spraying and wiping away
Reminding me to leave a note
For the maintenance man
To come and reseal everything
Life’s metaphor for boundaries
Resealing all the gaps
Between sex and friends
Between sex with friends
Between ex’s and men
Finding myself learning to say no
And feeling okay with it
Lets just move forward
Last night in prayer
On my hands and knees
Back row of the sweat
Drenching at the heat
Feeling the drums beat
The Indian song depletes
Wash the summer
Praying our life complete
Letting go
And letting god
Take us away
As long as I share this with the world
I seem to keep on okay
Letting all beneath these scars
Keeping me clean
Away from those jail bars
I travel the same way I headed
Into the night
Floating
Flying
Aiming with all my might
Traveling through
Feeling the Fall
On the tips
My fingers
They reach for you
Oh winter take this pain away
Just like last year
Wash it all away with your winds
Rinse me down the street
For this city
It’s killing us
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