Title Track - Krystle Warren

Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth

That touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript.

I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength

To hammar pillars for a picket fence.

It wasn’t quite what it seemed,

A lack of pleasantries.

My able body isn’t what it used to be.

I must admit I was charmed by your advances,

Your advantage left me helplessly into you.

Talking how the group had begun to splinter,

And I could taste your lipstick on the filter.

I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress,

But call-response overturns convictions every time.

My memory cannot recall (a wave of alcohol)

We shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off.

Talking how the group had begun to splinter,

And I could taste your lipstick on the filter.

Lushing with the hallway congregation,

My best judgement signed it’s resignation.

I rushed this.

We moved too fast,

Trips into the guest room.

I rushed this.

We moved too fast,

Trips into the guest room.