If I've Shaven

I trace these road maps
To northeast civilizations
I burned down in my sleep
With photographs
I must detach myself
From your shell

So you and me can finally see
The thin line
Between humor and tragedies
I signaled a spark
With objective sincere
Please blink twice if you hear

AM/FM converse combine
If i wanted this much static
I'd disconnect the line
And watch your signal fall
Somewhere in New York
Far enough from you
But missing was the worst

And oh a sight
I'd finally see
Pinpoint the romance
And shattered window schemes
Throw your heart
It falls or it flies
and if I've shaven
I've gone to Maine to die