when the bus shelter windows and napkin dispensers suprise
with distorted reflections it's never the someone you're hoping to recognize
and the rent is too high living here bewtween reasons to live
where you can't sleep alone and your memories grown and the borders of night start to give
when you
can't save
cash or conviction
you're broken you're breaking
a tired shoelace or a wave
so long past past-due
a new name for everything
when the runways collide with the map that you folded wrong
and the route you abandoned is always the path that you probably should be upon
when the bottle-cap-ashtrays and intimate sears are all full
with results of your breath and the threads of your fear are unfurled with the tiniest pull
one more
time try
stand with your hands and your pockets
and stare at the smudge on a newspaper sky
and ask it to rain
a new name for everything
fire every phrase
they don't wanna work
for us anymore
dot and dash our days
make your face the flag
of a semaphore
all you
won't show
the boxes you brought here
and never unpacked are still patiently waiting to go
so put on those clothes you never grew into
and smile like you mean it for once
if you come back bring
a new name for everything
a new name for everything ...
a new name for everything ...