Cold smoke, gray light
Synthetic weed you found
In a bottle of cotton and Claritin
I told you I loved them
With a speakerphone
Singing you the songs we wrote
My fingers fumbled with the
Flower dress under my coat
I saw your eyes on
The razor burn around my throat
To tie a speaker wire around my mind
Toss and end to you
And never let it go
You should have seen your face
When you found out it's a circle
(I wanted to be a part of it all)
You watched me move
As a column of air
And I let you
Opposite me
Through whom time will move
Until it forgets you
I'll write you once
From the Nevada retreat
And wonder if I ever really even knew you
You should have heard the way you cried out
About what I thought I understood
(I wanted to be a part of it all)