picking out my ill hopes, reciting each footstep that i offered to the concrete when i couldn't offer my best - it's something in my gut, oh my god, help me ignore. cause where were my friends when i sat there bleeding verse on the steps outside the porch at your parents' old place? when word brought spark to flame, when things went bad to worse?
i laid it in my palm, sleeping on its back. my heartbeat in my fingers, just let the thing relax. august oven burns and all my insides rot, but i'll be damned if my love is anything but soft. a buzzing from your porchlight - i'm being pulled above. you keep your windows open all summer long.
"the porch light"
open my arms again - if i'm in, then i'm in cause it's open.
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