lock the door before you leave staring backwards can deceive i've often thought of how i ought to think about these things
dead birds litter the sidewalk they see us watching i could say that it’s just nothing time to replay a memory don’t want them fading sorry if I seem forgetful
don’t say that, It’s okay they’re outside can you not ask me twice think I’m blind we’re alright
running through the driveway late at night, to see shadows that are leading me to light, to dream somedays I try but never seem to leave