You might be smarter than me
but that doesn't mean you're kinder
I called you 50 times to see if you cared
I'd have called 200 hundred to see if you were there
but I can't reach you anywhere
driving towards an autumn glow
there are spreading ashes
from a fire we used to know
I was struck by murmuration
and the tone of your voice
reminded my skin of old sensations
with all your anger I'm not a punching bag
more than a coping mechanism for you to drag
you might have more information/knowledge
but that doesn't make you wiser
I could drink humility
why don't you pour some in my tea
in my tea
then come sit and have a sip with me
tossing away catalogs with post-it notes
and VHS tapes, but you don't know
how much I think about you
and what I don't know
I don't know
driving towards the autumn glow