Sometimes foresight is finding a place to land
and then gambling with your tired feet
and not caring how long you can stand
we drove home in december
and you said you were cold
as I rolled down the window
and you could see your breath
but i was the only one looking
trying to read the conversation
but instead I was putting words into your mouth
and defrost is just another word for clarity
between the breath you and me
and we drove home besides the fact that we stayed the night beside the highway in my head
and you can starve or you can sell out
but if you stay the night
I'll make you breakfast with whatever I can find in the front seat of my car
Looking for a sweater
my whole life
found it when I was 17
color green that doesn't grow that had rips on the sleeves
when I came out
with it raised triumphantly above my head
everybody stared past me into the closet from which I came
and you can think what I've heard you want
you can say it's unnatural
all I know is I'm sure as hell am not making this up
he has a girlfriend as pretty as she can be
I've been dating myself for quite some time
I've never crossed the lines
I've learned too well
When I say "I like you"
all I mean to say is
I don't see the need for destination
we can set up shop in the backseat
ext to frantic blowing tree and the broken paper cups
and on the way down
to meet the ground
I don't care what the surface
the more you stare at the bricks on which we stand
the more water you, the more water you, the more water you, the more water you
see
the more water you see