In the absence of bigger problems, We learned to magnify the small ones
Shuffle forward on your heels to keep from drifting, To keep ourselves from backing through the door The times we stayed up on the phone, The times we wandered off alone, Can you still reach us? Can we still reach beyond the arms of the chair? The things we bought and never used, The times we sought our own abuse, And did it teach us? Is the pencil doomed to trace through its old grooves?
We will walk back home We will wake back up
Day late for class so we stopped showing up Aged state of glass policed and kept breaking up And it shimmered haplessly, but we gave it up
Said blue ink lasts longer than black There’s no significance in that
The times we polished our own shoes The times we tied them on too loose and never knew The times we came up with a plan, The times we came to understand, Without you, there’s no use
Mom found out…
Over my shoulder I saw you turning back around And we believe it now, still no matter how I try Everything’s out of place, And from far away, it still looks the same It’s not your fault we couldn’t change, It’s not your fault we couldn’t fix our old mistakes
“Where was our luck when we needed it?” Found a solid place to stand, As long as we could keep still Counted our last remaining breaths As a measure of success