Dry

It's been a long dry winter

With an itch in the back of my throat

Don't think it ever goes away

At least I'm never alone

Face is long and the skin on my knuckles is cracked

I've got eighty year old bones in my back

Now when I stop to look around

I find that I'm at home a lot

Perhaps I forgot to switch on the phone

I check I did not

Can't see why always lived by the golden rule

Trust no one because no one trusts you

But there is a light that I've heard about

And it's safe to have your skin around

I haven't found it yet

See my history of burns

It looks like a lonely place

But I'm always reading things wrong

Scribbled notes on a past from which I never learn

But if I drink again

It'll be on my own terms

So when I sink away I know it's so

One day I'll make my grand return

But for now emergency contact? Yes a fake

Most of my human contact was the same

But there is a light that I've heard about

And it's safe to have your skin around

Haven't found it yet might be growing concerned

And this seems like a lovely place

But I'm always reading things wrong

See my notes on a past

Now when will I ever learn?

When will I ever learn?