Tell me why it wraps around you
and drapes down by your feet,
all across the floor.
Every time you throw it on
the same empty, hollow rage,
the same anger,
I can only try my best to bare it.
But that outfit looks good on you.
If I could find you
If I could fail you
If I could follow you deep into the darkest caverns of the world
And light the way with only the glow of your heart beating in my hand
If I could see what you had seen when you found me
Crawling through the dust
And eating the weeds that I plucked from beneath me
The weeds cultivated in agony and borne on my frail and wizened breath
And if I could gaze deeply into the heart of the world
And follow you,
And if I could look into my own soul and feel the tempo of yours as I searched for you
And if I could fail you
And still light the way with only the glow of your beating heart
As I carried it through the deepest catacombs
Then could you find me again?
So this is it,
The end of the beach.
Well you know
The sand’s a lot softer than I thought it’d be.
When I turn around
I know that you’ll be gone;
But for now
can we sit awhile,
And stare into the ocean waves
Just long enough to see the sun set
And disappear behind the trees