Easy now
you're dreaming of
a ledge
Talk yourself down
from every story
Call the game
you're losing again
You show no signs
of scoring
On the
passenger side
where my glasses
are shattered
Losing myself
at the end of
your sentence
Call and pretend
that your discounted
man
Who cries on command
will soon pick up
the phone
Go to him now
while he's not
so distracted
By his own
magic tricks
by the widows
he's husbanded
With the
orphanage closed
it's so hard
to know
Which childhood
dream he's
still planning
on leaving
In the grocery story
where a man
is an audience
Time is on sale
and the band is
No one you've
heard of
And there
is no applause
just the
sound of alarms
The register yawns
at the sound
of you leaving