Resistance to a Move

I swear to god i will never wash this sweater

However long as it smells like her forever

And the numbness of my lips

And my sweaty fingertips

Eternity in one more minute

Heaven’s real as torment isn’t

If we only had an hour

My salvation’s in the power of

Her smell upon my shoulder

When i’m home and gettin sober

This resistance to a move

Is just what happens

Sitting plastered in an empty room

And we packed up all the mirrors,

So i don’t know just how i feel but

I found a leak in the roof of this old house

And by some accident

I seeped from the pots that we put out

To catch the sky’s laments

I’ve been slowly drifting my way down

The slanted floors

Oh gravity, we’ve come this far, don’t fail me now

I’ve gotta make my way back home somehow

Bought the beer for the dinner with my father

Paul revere bids farewell across the water

To the bags beneath my eyes

And my shitty frame of mind

And her smell upon my shoulder

From the last time i stayed over

This resistance to a move

Is just what happens

Getting plastered in a hotel room

And we packed up all the mirrors

So i don’t know just how i feel

But i found a leak…