Fearing and hoping
Nobody's around
Quiet, tiptoeing
Covering ground
Building a life from a night
So surprised
Blowing a smoke ring
Panning the skies
Morning in Autumn
Mourning a loss
Face swollen, solemn
Forgetting the cost
Nickels and dimes
Spare change all arranged
The shape of a lover
All change scraped away
The sky overcast
The sickness won't last
Breath after breath
Behind you, the past
Primitive urges
Tugging at strings
Immature beings
Acting real mean
I go to sleep hoping
To not wake to read
I dream of us joking
I dream of us freed