Letras
Where’d you go?
So I know...
decided I’m leaving,
somersault,
I’ll dissolve,
there’s no way of knowing.
...oh, and I finally caught a coma,
oh and my irony forged an omen.
Couldn’t hear your name,
couldn’t steer on my own;
you had
barely aged,
let it domino,
in the evening,
had I said I’d postpone?
Sever all your limbs,
follow head over toes.
Years ago,
I coined the portmanteau,
I tore the words you sewed,
thought that I would shape it,
it’s all in the cadence,
hard enough to say at all.
Further in a deeper haze,
oh I couldn’t steer on my own,
hardly had an even say,
had I even said I’d postpone?
Sister I know
harder than most,
when you’re bitter to the ‘aura’,
she never spoke,
the better of a woman,
she was the colour of smoke,
go farther in the furrow, called it off,
she was held in a choke,
and the corners of the atlas
seared, white as a tone,
a murmur at the lighter
sounds of naphtha,
burned harder than most.