Maybe Tonight In The Few Short Moments

In Which We Converse

We Can Speak Of Something Other

Than The Ways Our Bodies Hurt Us.

Please, Please, Think Of Me.

I'm Alive And Still Breathing

I'm Wondering Is This A Death Bed

In Which The Living Lay.

This Turned Out To Be Something

That I Have No Control Over

This Secret Reservoir That Can Dry Up,

Or Spill Over As It Pleases.

This Power Is Stripped From Me.

So I'm Listening For You To Speak To Me,

Of Green Days And Blue Nights,

Or At Least Nothing That Even Remotely,

Reminds Me Of These Workhorse Days

Blame Everything On Me,

I Can Carry The Weight Of Everyone On My Body.

Give Justice For These Sins,

Or At Least An Explanation For

How I Have Been Feeling.

Please, Please, Think Of Me.

I'm Alive And Still Breathing

I'm Listening For You To Speak To Me,

Of Blue Days And Green Nights,

Or At Least Nothing That Even Remotely

Reminds Me Of These Workhorse Days