(July 09)
I finally stopped holding my breath for you.
I was the solvent and you were the glue.
You held me together for as long as I'd take.
Until there came a night when I could no longer fake
the smile I'd plastered like a joker's grin on my face,
nor the heartache I would so deftly try to erase.
All of my blankets have been ripped to shreds.
But I'm making something new:
A quilt made of the dead.
One by one I'm stitching these pieces together.
Making a flotsam and jetsam parachute
under which I can take cover.
Now I'm glad I pulled the plug on the whole operation.
Watched it spin deasil down the drain.
You were always hanging over me
Drenching me in your rain.
I remember it like you were yesterday.
Now that we're here I know just what to say.
All of my blankets have been ripped to shreds.
But I'm making something new:
A quilt made of the dead.
One by one I'm stitching these pieces together.
Making a flotsam and jetsam parachute
under which I can take cover.
The memories that comforted me
no longer break my fall.
But we're back on the court now,
and I've got the ball.
I've been competing with the world and not one prize has come my way.
So I blew over our house made of cards,
and this is where it's gonna lay.
All of my blankets have been ripped to shreds.
But I'm making something new:
A quilt made of the dead.
One by one I'm stitching these pieces together.
Making a flotsam and jetsam parachute
under which I can take cover.
You are a short excerpt of a life that is to come.
A blurp upon the page--
a small addition to the final sum.
You've been subtracted from this current word problem.
In totality--for now?
You're gone.
