Verse 1
My shadow is suddenly
My best friend and a stranger
I’m trying to build the courage
Don’t want to turn my shoulder
Every smile a crescent moon
Every embrace an artifact
My life feels like a sitcom
My voice becomes the backing track
Prose Interlude
At night, with my parents across the wall on the phone with my
grandmother, who was wailing in the loudest, saddest way I had
ever heard, I asked myself if I would rather be buried or burned
to ashes, in case I were to die soon, which made me feel like I
really was going to die soon.
Verse 2
They call loneliness a choice
But I can’t help but wonder
If it’s a choice to accept
What you never wished for
There’s an ocean across the street
Footprints don’t stick in the sand
Cotton clouds hang close in the sky
The ocean is a well of loneliness
Bridge
I hoard memories like shattered stars
Slack jawed, ears stuck to my fingers
Carpe diem’s got a hold of me
But this time the sunset lingers
Dimples turn to fault lines
Damn I’m getting older