Honeymoon
I am not afraid to die
I am just afraid to leave you here
Who will pay the water bill
and who will hold your hand to fight the chill?
Booked a flight on May 19th
Hugged the dog and cleaned the whole damn house
Flipped through thoughtless magazines
and stared into our endless social screens
As our plane goes down
I won’t be watching
the onrushing ground
I am not afraid to die
I’m afraid of what I haven’t done
Places we marked on our maps
Looking down the earth just feels so flat
As our plane goes down
I won’t be watching
the onrushing ground
As our plane goes down
Its flaming engine,
cold rush of air,
wind in your hair
As our plane goes down
I won’t be watching
the onrushing ground
As our plane goes down
I’ll be watching you
Good News
What good news is this?
Begins with my damnation
Still my blood
When my bones ache to rise
What good is salvation
that waits for my demise?
What great love is this?
Rehearsed prayers of,
“we’re never good enough”
Bright like gaslight
What good news is this?
Bright like gaslight
Interlude
What’s it like to fall?
Loving you was like trying to see in the dark
What’s it like to fall asleep in a hurricane?
Loving you was like trying to see in the dark
What’s it like to fall?
Loving you was like trying to see in the dark
What’s it like to fall asleep in a hurricane?
What good news is this?
The Storm
Half-dead moon
says this is the way
we fend for ourselves
with keys and knives
Bone white moon’s
peaks and teeth
look just like yours,
baring their fangs
We persist
We press on
What’s it like to fall asleep in a hurricane?
Loving you was like trying to see in the dark
Quarters
Can’t stand the sound of silence
Leave the TV on all day
Fall asleep to it at night
Don’t seem to get my mind straight
The house, half-empty sighs so still
Clothes and quarters on the floor
Your shoes are missing from the hallway
Didn’t hear you close the door
Can’t stand the sound of silence
Walk around talking out loud
Sunlight coming through the windows
where your nightstand used to be