Ford Suite

In the arms of oblivion

I sleep dreaming of you

Of what you aren't

Of what I want you to be

You are the escape to myself

And I want you because this

Wouldn't work

You can hurt me, kick my stomach in

Leave me breathless halved and open

Leave naked and alive

Don't wanna share no breakfast with you

Just a glass of whiskey

In the back seat of your car

With your blue eyes burning hole

In my, in my skirt

I would talk and you would laugh

And a moth eaten sheet can serve me right

To cover you up in the middle of the night

And in the silent fall

Of the empire of trust

I'm back into my shell

I should have never left

And through the chattering space

My feelings swell, am I torn out?

But wait

The drinking warmness in, the shadows fall

Amongst the railway tracks, behind the wall

And hanging legs that float

And broken child that spoilt

And my voice will break

My hips will shake in deconstruction of grace

How to start when I only think of ending?

How to care when our hands are blending?