It's almost true: You don't expect to follow, watching
What you do. I talked my way, half the night in
Overdrive, with nowhere else to stay: afternoons spent
Inside crashing on the shadows in the room, wrapped in
Your reigns. Gone along, you won't forget who's standing
Out of frame.
Kick and run:
It doesn't fall far from the road and someone's going to
Shake it out:
Remember what you'd wanted from the embers floating down.
Aren't you cold'
Standing by my window (curtained up and closed)
Yesterday. I let the door fly open, broken just the same.
It's all so new, though I've known you from somewhere I
Was only falling through. Save your time, coming out with
What you've found on the other side.