We're always two weeks away
From a place thats so dark
that they
Think that they know so well
Why she would
Choose this hell.
But I know as I
Watch her smoke
Exhale in sighs
That she feels that round
This corner
She'll be found.
I see her take her walk
To cars
And tell them to park.
Its been much more than two weeks
And she feels
That she brought defeat
No one stands outside
With cold sores
In the night
And picks up the knifes
Dropped down
By lonely lives
Thinking with stains
They're cleaning
That they
Ever possessed the teeth
To bite down and hold on
To just two weeks.
