My Poetry

(альбом: Painter's Hands And A Seventh Son - 2009)

Back when you were clean
You kissed my cheek, innocent glee
We discovered the geography of one another's bodies
In the Arizonan sun of my front lawn
You'd wait for the bus to carry me here, back home
And in California, I ache
You told me we'd always be this way
You grabbed both of my knees
And looked me sturdy in the face

You were my poetry
You were my everything
Where did you go?
Where have you been?

I gave you a call but received, I received no answer
Do you ever think of me?
Do I haunt you in your sleep?
But you're stuck in this city unable to breath
Oh how is life? Oh how is love?
Did you try to keep her close when she gave you
And she gave you a big shove?
You were my poetry
You were my everything