Untitled October Song

Thursday morning

Walk the bike path like it's nothing

But I lived in your skin for almost four years

And now I'm blown clear, and everyone looks in

A river around a rock

I can hear you, but I don't really wanna talk

'Cause you've got this strange power over me

But I don't blame you, even though I try

When I fail to find my footing, see my own view

Close your car door

Am I empty in a good way?

My foreign bedroom, all our old things

Reconfigured into something new

The saddest museum dedicated to all my bullshit

Am I that dried flower?

On the table, half immortal

Even though I died

When I asked you to try and hold me

All the ways I wanted to hold you