End of a Rope - Parker Millsap, Michael Rose

You can count all the letters I ever wrote

One better count the words I ever spoke

I am tethered to her now;

run away, and I’ll choke

How do you measure the end of a rope?

I like to imagine that love’s like an atom

You split one up, you won’t know it happened

But your plants won’t grow and you’re flattened

You can count all the bridges I ever burned

The digits will tell you what you need to learn

It’d take frigates to haul off the hurt that I’ve churned

How do you measure the ash in an urn?

When we speak all but kindness the windows go blind-less

And the one light that blinds us is the only tie that binds us

Maybe we’ll leave all the darkness behind us

I like to imagine that love’s like an atom

You split one up, you won’t know it happened

But your plants won’t grow and you’re flattened

You can count all the letters I ever wrote

One better count the words I ever spoke

I am tethered to her now;

run away, and I’ll choke

How do you measure the end of a rope?