Grip

When the heat breaks

I still won't know where I belong

When the rain comes

You'll be a thousand miles gone

Picture me sweltering in an august blacktop parking lot

As I'm trying to get some sleep

I was carrying the dingy ring my mother gave me

When I asked if we could talk

And you just turned to face the wall

When the sun went down

We washed the salt off of our skin

And promised not to think about tomorrow

Until we had to.

You said it takes slow strong steady hands

To handle something delicate as this

I feel like screaming my lungs out

But I'm keeping my mouth shut

Picture me with my tongue between my teeth

'cause you don't want to talk.

I'll remember you when I point my body to the west

Because you said that you can tell the difference

From eastern states I'm calling time and time again

When I came home

I found your lips all chewed up and eyes bloodshot.

I had my knuckles scraped and black and blue

If seperate continents are exactly what we need

Then can we handle what that means?

And now we're sleeping

To the sound of the way things won't work out.

So we begin here at the end

The place the silence settled in and took a hold of you

It takes a toll on me.