I've had to deal with deadlines, and drinking into ghosts.
It's been a while since then, when we walked around your home.
I saw your gaze move onto my hands,
as I drove recklessly through snow and sleet.
You asked me why I cut off all of your threads,
I was ashamed of almost everything.
We had no plans, just aspirations
no purpose.
And I can barely remember,
the names on the street signs.
I was sleeping in assumptions,
and the light seemed to creep over your face.
And your name rang from down the stairs.
You're wearing me out.
Why'd you call?
Like the sign down the street.
Oh, it's been a while.

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