A Weather Vane

All that time that you kill

Pulling smoke to your lungs

In a parking lot covered in green glass and shimmering

The light on your face starts to darken then dissipate

The ghost was inside your mouth

Placing bets with your teeth

Forcing your voice out

Pushing your tongue up from underneath

And i passed the fields we were racing the sun

You slipped away past the fog and the fire

Like i saw the footsteps cut out of the ash

We traded names just to see if the colors would change

And they did

I got sick of the pull

You just sputtered and sang

You were nothing a curtain, the sawdust, a weather vane

And don't try to skip past the part where you realize

You slipped away past the fog and the fire

Like i saw the footsteps cut out of the ash

We traded names just to see if the colors would change

And they did

Well i lied my way out of this one

And you lied your way to a ditch

And i fought myself just to stay up

Out of your street-walking tongue-talking sleep

How it consumed you

And eventually me