Not Much

As I walk on the face

Impressed by the way I didn’t fold

I’m messed by the vain idea

That if time holds no weight

In the car from the rain

I won’t cut the brakes

As I talk at the space

Left by the days

I’d slowly erased

(I’d burned down the pain museum)

Oh, you won’t corner me

I’ve come for the faint hope

You’ll concede

Step on my face now

It’s hard to be around her

I bet it’s hard to be down lots

But it’s hard when our love

Hardly amounts to much

(Holding me down, lo)

As I cross off the dates

Reset by the pace you’d dissolved

I’m met by the souvenirs

That I thought I’d misplaced

They’re addressed in your name

But alone

They’re a waste