random.

random.

i take the hairs off her eyes
and put them back into place
while she smiles at me
and puts her arms around my shoulders

she tells me that it's alright
that she's happy being still
now that we're older
we have more time

she talks about running around
and how she likes spaces
and how she likes seeing things
built up from nothing at all

she says that it's like us
how there was nothing
and then there was progress
and then there was now

and then she kisses me
and i cry

and i laugh
i feel the wave like nothing i'd felt before
before her?
there wasn't much going on
and there won't be much going on
when she's gone

she says "i'll know that i'll leave you"
"but i won't be gone soon"
"i know that you're waiting"
"but it's all in vain"

she takes my hand and we walk
take the clock's hands and pull them
we won't walk away from what fate has in store
but the problem is: we don't believe in it

so what do you say when all's been said?
what do you get for trying?
the night's taken over and the day is gonea
nd the moment's set for crying

the fiddles play their final tune
and the harp has its final strumming
and the band stopped hours ago
and the music stopped playing

and i still stand here
hands in pockets
looking at a sky
shoulders shrugged

i guess there's nothing left to say
au revoir, good bye!, see you soon
i need a cigarette but i don't have any
i guess i'll just sit here and think about food