I'm still chasing

That harboured feeling

Hoping you’re up right now

To answer so unannounced

Felt awake in lazy light

Laying on the street

Glossy hair from summer's heat

White stone in the tile of your bathroom

Consoling myself as I try to puke

Upstate while it rained almost all June

Not sure what else we were supposed to do

The phone, white on the front view

Like a car off the lot losing value

Who am I to spoil your point of view

Stone face

Awful

Bounded by decisions we made in the fall

I'll slam my head against the wall

Walk into rooms like it’s something you own

I'll bury my head beneath the soil

Nothing grows

Photos of us filling up the old walls

Don't spill out anymore

I'm up and awake too late

Suddenly change

Something has changed in the way that you are

Frozen

Driving you home

Cement in the winding south

Stone face

Awful

Bounded by decisions we made in the fall

I'll slam my head against the wall

Walk into rooms like it's something you own