People / Variables

the stairs to the left were the best ones
the steps that I judge till the last one
rising above all the words they can't explain

when we were kids we could fake it
love was our favorite new blanket
cotton holes too tight to escape

now I live alone with this
the kiss goodnight was meant to miss
striking out when I can't keep us safe

someday you'll die alone with him
a picket fence to box you in
six feet under was still six feet above me

I thought you'd be where you wanted to be by now...