4th and 99
when i last walked out the door
i did not know what to say
told you i would see you soon
just another old cliche
not that we can't still be friends
i'd take you out for sea and cake
and after hands strike 4am
we turn our backs and walk away.
the solitude of an empty room
television hums away
look out of the lone window
normal lives across the way
the task almost complete by now
no other reason for me to stay
i realize i live an hour behind
in the city by the lake
put pictures up to fill a tome
while familiar faces laugh and ache
blue bleeding walls reflect the soul
aluminum i'll throw away
not that we can't still pretend
toss out smiles and firm handshakes
and after i tried long enough
i'll turn my back and walk away.
posted by fillshe @ 3:59 PM
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