Spring Chicken

and you keep prancing

'round the house

breaking the glasses

and the dishes.

it's the lonely occupation

of someone else's wishes.

the position i'll be taking

is the one i never left.

there's a breath i'd like

to focus on as though

i learned to catch.

there's feeling entitled

and there's being denied,

and there's a tiny january

in your hot august nights;

it could be friends you keep making

in the warmth of fun and sun,

it could be misunderstandings

or do you miss someone?

it's all i know,

how to miss someone.

that's how it goes.

i had to bury my

sweet grandmother r.,

and you just don't know

how you're gonna lose control.

i think you're coming

off the wall

before too long; coming

off the wall

it took too long.

and these people

you're surrounded by

are half completed thoughts,

lost in lights of driftlessness.

compassion was the cost.

will you need me here forever

or am i just about through

to wander through the wonder,

my head all full of doom?

you think directions are the thing

we should be asking

the dead you keep collecting

like callous, tempered plastic?

there's feeling entitled

and there's being denied,

and there's a tiny january

and it's your hot august nights.

let's make amends

for mistaking that the worst

is yet to come from all these

misunderstandings.

when i miss someone,

it's all i know,

how to miss someone.

it's all i know,

how to miss someone.