Soliloqui

I’m headed home but I’m not so sure
That home is a place you can still get to by train

Oh, I suppose they’ll say I should’ve known
Or maybe I’m just feeling old
Like a lawyer with no one to blame

Oh, well the wind starts to look like her hair
And the clouds in her bright blue eyes

So we’re picking up our things
And we head out in the cold
And your eyes are where you carry the pain

the way the sunlight hits your fluffy pillows
- so soft and white -
in the morning and your sweet sleeping face

bed’s so big and soft
- like a home -
no need for the room
my hair’s messy and you like it that way
(i like yours like that too)

keep the ac going strong
so i can nestle under your sheets
it’s so warm with you in here

thickly pulling down, still swiftly rising up
thin wisp of breath breaks beneath the din
oh Lord! knees shaking to the gravel,
so vile a deed, you can’t, i won’t, there’s no sin
equal to such fate, his eyes grow dull