We were the greatest story ever told
until we started telling ourselves
other stories.
A little worse for wear, a little bitter.
I'll close my eyes to the world outside
if you tell me one real thing:
am I better off alone?
Maybe it's been time
to give up and go
for longer than I care to know.
The timing never felt so right,
down to the seconds,
compounding silence and memories.
Stranger trails.
Paths once forged together
met by overgrowth,
died in time
unsurprised.
I used to think I'd die by your side.
Fools always rush to gold,
but I didn't mind
playing the fool in your eyes.
I'd watch the sun rise
over dying tides
every night, a thousand times
to learn what I know now.
Praying to red rocks,
turning them gold.
Life echoes all around, but
the wind still smells the same
at this elevation.
Scatter me along your favourite trail
on just another day,
carry on all the same.
It's all rough terrain
ten steps from the end of the world,
where I've made my home.
Please don't say you didn't know,
read the signs:
you gotta catch and release baby,
catch and release.
I was never yours to hold,
darkness comes and darkness goes.
You gotta catch and release, baby.
Please release me.
I took the trip without you,
stumbled all alone.
Freaky how it all works out,
tell 'em Caroline.
All in the name of
the Crooner (round two),
you wanna fuck this time up too?
Wondering aloud
who I was to you,
my scaredy bones are left chattering.
Our dusty remains blowing away,
swept up by the wind
of another brand name city,
not my own.
I'll stumble on alone.
Revolving ghosts
separating mind from flesh:
a welcomed ritual.
Now dance!,
consume my thoughts
just a little more.
Leave no room for doubt.
Ignite my misery,
call it a wash.
Our insatiable lovelust,
never enough.
Every iteration
is still just you.
Antithetical reactions boast
disappointing egoic revivals.
