Xerxes Fever Dream
And I sweat out your fever dream
But its heat's still painted on me
I wear you like a sketch of an incision
A cut not deep enough to bleed
If there's an honest answer out there
It's that I've lingered too long
The ghost of you I thought I knew for so long was always gone
There's silence in my eyes, but there's a heat in your heart
I left my voice on the wind, tore my words apart
Pieces of this were best left scattered
Like the ashes of someone loved but lost
And if I found it buried in the soil
I wouldn't dig for the purity
It's a shallow grave
Sometimes I think it's ready for what's left of me
