Gazebo - Owen

Alone on a train

You’re running towards

Or maybe away from a reason to wake each morning

Your thoughts again drift to us and what we have or haven’t become

Your head shakes and you think, «never again»

It’s true what they say about fools who leave too soon

They don’t ever really move on

Put you hand in your bag and pull out the Carver book you grabbed before leaving

Instead you realize, «in this too she was right»

You make and excuse

You make up a lie

So what’s left of your soul like the best friend you just sold to sleep easy at

night

It’s true what they say about fools who speak too soon

They don’t ever really know what they’re getting into or out of

You’re on your way

The taste of blood from a bitten tongue

You’re in need of some new teeth that won’t cave in