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Well I clawed through the print and found you
Living between parentheses
Venturing out in spring time
To make sure the phone was off the hook
Said I guess it was all prefigured
Weâre living out some old typology
Like ribbons rolled in water
Inching up the wall where you marked your height
I still havenât seen you up close
So why was the porch light on
How could I trust you the most
When you couldnât trust yourself
Our love was a lurid spice train
Every day a wilderness
Lost all our wealth we died for
And the red and the gold of being sure
Said I made a conscious effort to get on my vertebrate line
But what is a posture worth if it straights you out first
But I was a victim like you
My sharp lifted grace in hand
How could you know me so well
When I couldnât know my self
Are we suppose to forget
How can we really forget
Well I donât think that anybody really forgets
A frozen field
Are we suppose to forget
How can we really forget
Well I donât think that anybody really forgets
The frozen field
Yeah there only concealed
I still havenât seen you up close
So why was the porch light on
And why did you trust me the most
When I didnât trust myself