Motives I Hardly Spoke A Word
All the trees, the guardrails, and the bridges
The rivers and the lakes will never look the same from here again
A closing door once wide open but still with a foot in the gap
I haven't let it shut just yet
Much less like singing
I've been projecting this grating voice
So I'll keep my mouth shut
Much less like running
I've been swimming through concrete
I can feel it settling
This house was built on a faulty foundation
It's bound to collapse and when it does, will I emerge from the rubble or will the earth swallow me
Whole?
The door closes a bit more, but I can still see a light from underneath
I'll drag myself out of this bed
This bright blue screen isn't doing anything
And the silence is killing me
Drive
This confession has meant nothing
Tucked in for sleep, the seatbelt holds me
Now the only thing that puts my mind at ease is the sea
I'll spend my time drifting between shipwrecks
Never to surface again
I can hold my breath for years
