all the bones have spoken

you musn’t worry about me
when the time is up, its up
i’ll tie my own shoes again one day
and you will be strong for me
and keep the wolf from the door.

family is like this sometimes
like a bunch of ill fitting keys
god knows which door is open
or which door is closed.

all i know is im tired
of the guesswork, and the patchwork
tired of the smell of the past
tired of the same words
tired of my reflection, and your name.

family is like that sometimes.

i never wore an overcoat,
i dont intend to now
i will find my own way out of this place
wearing my own clothes
and with the number of my own home
my old home.

i never listened to elvis
and i dont intend to now
i will find my way out of this
and alive will be good,
living will be better.

you musn’t worry about me
when the time is up, its up
all i know is im tired
of the patchwork, and the fretwork,
and the struggle to make things work
tired of the smell of the past
and tonight at last
all the bones have spoken.

all the bones have spoken

uncleblack

Joined February 2010

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