blair witch baby

where are you going?

blair witch baby

could we just wait till the morning?

I miss your bitterness

the sweet decay of loneliness

the little teeth buried in your wrist

the selfish dreams I’m drowning in

the light is gone

the night is long

and I don’t wanna sit here alone

despite all of your charms

I think we might be lost

blair witch baby

you’re making me nervous

blair witch baby

I think we’re walking in circles

I miss your bitterness

the sweet decay of loneliness

the little teeth buried in your wrist

the selfish dreams I’m drowning in

the light is gone

the night is long

and I don’t wanna sit here alone

despite all of your charms

I think we might be lost

paper thin

I can’t commit to silence

weathering

the curses you’re reciting

I’ll admit

I’m not at risk of falling

further in

than I ever could imagine

despite all of your charms

I think we might be lost

blair witch baby

where are you going?

shepherding thoughts

and letters in boxes

sifting my dreams

and words through a sieve

don't wanna stop

so I just keep talking

don't want a drink

but I'll have a sip

and I know

that it's true

'cause every time

I think of you

I hear

soft little sounds

in my chest

I hear

soft little sounds

crave conversations

though I can't start them

searching for signs

in split tangerines

I’ll try to laugh

or smile or something

work up the strength

to pull at your sleeve

and I

wish it wasn't true

but every time

I think of you

I hear

soft little sounds

in my chest

I hear

soft little sounds

I can't give him comfort

not that he would ask

'cause I've been staring at the same

vision in the glass

here we are unstable

here we are unpacked

I can't afford the future

so I'm a tenant of the past

the blackberries

sweeten the path

and every day I watch you

and your turned back

stamping hieroglyphics

in the mud you track

'cause at last, at last

at last, at last

I can't give him comfort

not that he would ask

it's too late

for you to sit so close

not much moonlight

now the garden's overgrown

wish the cormorant goodnight

so we can be alone

reach for sunburnt hands

by the creek that we call home

watch the pelican

resume his migratory course

funny state I'm in

but I don't wanna be alone

trust the riverbed

to tell me when the summer's old

time it moves in circles

but I'm not sure I'm fully grown

you're a paper crane

and I'm a hummingbird

all my thoughts arranged

but my stomach hurts

ask me why I came

just to linger by the door

I cannot explain

what I don't rehearse

it's a simple phrase

but I never learned

how to play the game

and you flipped the board

there's a peace today

I should not disturb

I should not disturb

the gentle work is finished

the granite slows my pace

month passes in an instant

summer’s here to stay

you’re a sheepdog

an electric fence

and a little too scared of silence

I’m a creek bed, and a cold hand

and a lifelong friend

but I’m keeping myself

distracted

and you’re keeping yourself

distracted