Cost of Lies.
pearljam132112
Posts: 50
relief, and your voice is all it takes these days.
theres a certain eloquence,
theres a familiar reverence,
that perhaps by chance i missed when I took the time to look you in the eyes.
it takes a lot these days, that honest to god action,
but I looked away just for a fraction of a second,
and that gave you a steady and disturbing doubt.
I understand how it might change you,
and Im sorry I didnt say anything sooner,
but this is what its going to be.
this is me.
so take me home,
take me home.
a silent walk down the street, with broken sidewalk lights, and the sound of someone elses stero through the dark.
the sounds that led me through the kitchen to the laundry room,
where to my good natured resilience,
I saw her clothes beneath the sink, hidden past the farthest reach of hands,
but of eyes of these, of mine, I could see.
the sink where I once bleached your clothes,
a form fitted sweater, that once belonged to your brother, inside the dryer.
the sick realization, that I had missed my stop once again.
her memory is somewhere in our bedroom.
where I swear our child once lived and died inside my body.
its back to the empty streets, and broken lights,
its time to say goodbye tonight.
theres a certain eloquence,
theres a familiar reverence,
that perhaps by chance i missed when I took the time to look you in the eyes.
it takes a lot these days, that honest to god action,
but I looked away just for a fraction of a second,
and that gave you a steady and disturbing doubt.
I understand how it might change you,
and Im sorry I didnt say anything sooner,
but this is what its going to be.
this is me.
so take me home,
take me home.
a silent walk down the street, with broken sidewalk lights, and the sound of someone elses stero through the dark.
the sounds that led me through the kitchen to the laundry room,
where to my good natured resilience,
I saw her clothes beneath the sink, hidden past the farthest reach of hands,
but of eyes of these, of mine, I could see.
the sink where I once bleached your clothes,
a form fitted sweater, that once belonged to your brother, inside the dryer.
the sick realization, that I had missed my stop once again.
her memory is somewhere in our bedroom.
where I swear our child once lived and died inside my body.
its back to the empty streets, and broken lights,
its time to say goodbye tonight.
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good job