your faith –– fires

away: miles

where counting days to make them mine awake, mistakes, the best of kind

my own as much you

and keep finding

displaced: I

can't | seem to keep your face to mine with distant drives

but still entwined kept

boxed just us

two

can I stall all my best hopes

can I stay the wave, hold my chest closed

patient days I'll wait

patient days I'll wait when

I'll call you days at any time

to sit again your side to mine

find "nothing" is more than it was and start to think I know it's cause

but I am not full grown yet

I am not full grown yet

I am not full grown yet

I am not full grown yet ––––

as places go, turn places been

I put myself in bonds i've seen,

but nothing is more than just us; still whose sense can I hope to trust when I am not full grown yet

I am not full grown yet

I am not full grown yet

I am not full grown yet ––––

can I come home just to be in some half light where I'd see the length of your arm next to me on some colder night

now here as morning light folds

cracks through and shimmers in close

there from across the room glow

the tiny pieces you'd mold (ed)

and I in morning light know (come back)

that each shaped page I now hold (go back)

is true to me what it told (come back)

as the day that you formed it (go back)

can I stall all my best hopes

can I stay the wave, hold my chest closed

patient days I'll wait

patient days I'll wait