Vinedresser

Well I clawed through the print and found you
Living between parentheses
Venturing out in spring time
To make sure the phone was off the hook

Said I guess it was all prefigured
We’re living out some old typology
Like ribbons rolled in water
Inching up the wall where you marked your height

I still haven’t seen you up close
So why was the porch light on
How could I trust you the most
When you couldn’t trust yourself

Our love was a lurid spice train
Every day a wilderness
Lost all our wealth we died for
And the red and the gold of being sure

Said I made a conscious effort to get on my vertebrate line
But what is a posture worth if it straights you out first

Oh
But I was a victim like you
My sharp lifted grace in hand
How could you know me so well
When I couldn’t know my self

Are we suppose to forget
How can we really forget
Well I don’t think that anybody really forgets
A frozen field

Are we suppose to forget
How can we really forget
Well I don’t think that anybody really forgets
The frozen field

Yeah there only concealed

I still haven’t seen you up close
So why was the porch light on
And why did you trust me the most
When I didn’t trust myself