#tarkio

And the sullen beery swine try to tangle you in sullen beery balls of twine

Like the perfect paramour you were in your letters

And I am a writer, a writer of fictions

Beneath the stars came fallin’ on our heads, but they’re just old light

But now when all the lights go dim, something starts its crawling in

What’s the point of holding on to what never gets used?

And I say I’ve got my best shoes on, I’m ready to go

And once again I walked home alone

With my busted ears ringing, my hopeful heart repeating

Won’t you text me when you’re home? My baby, spare me all the rest