Pothole

The fossils of my footsteps will be unearthed

At a far off date unknown

Impressed in concrete from walking home alone

After walking you home

And the mops of greasy hair

Will romanticize my despair

But they won't know

That I didn't care

I like the silence

I like the empty streets

Crawl down 'em on hands and knees in a heartbeat

If I had to

I owe 'em that at the very least

The map had faded out, but I could have sworn

I noted every stride

I guess the rain hit

Before the ink could dry

And where I thought I'd be

Was not what I perceived

Assessing the progress

From beneath your sheets

That's why I need the silence

I need the empty streets

Just as bad as they don't need me

It's a sick, sad sham of a marriage

But it's all there is

It's all I need

I can be everything you need

If you make me

I can be every crack in your concrete

If you let me off easy

I can be easily deceived

If you want that

But you are the ember of my heart

Whether you like that or not