The things that my Father saidI will watch over youAnd please do me a favorAnd go to bed each night atThe same timeBecause you have to keep upWith your sleep routine

What about sunrise What about the falling rain What about the things you said The things you said we were to gain Everything we would gain Crimson sky is cold Empty promises you told Now the light is grey Watching futures fade away Just shadows today Broken words Fading bird Still...

I don’t know why we painted the front porch this silver grey the wood is still flaky still brown under it’s neutral coat like those kids flapping around in their plastic cable knit sweaters feet still land bound with the...