BC, Victoria

When the cold comes

And the fog drops

Through the garden and its gates

I'll think of you

When the night comes

And my guard drops

And I stay up too damn late

You'll feel it too

Saved my thoughts till late

We were glazed in technicolor charm

Spent our summers in the slides up on the shelf

We had given it all up, pursued ourselves

And did our harm

Winter mornings hit

White sun turned coffee to blood

Eyes to stone

I got so far from the self

I had in those old times

A piece of a new home

So the time comes

Where I'm fucked up

And I pick apart the days

And think of you

And I find that

I've been poisoned

By my solitary state

And I'll see things through

But these gorgeous, gorgeous forces

That tie thoughts up over time

I'll put my blinders on

And draw out all the lines

Still I'll narrow down the sights

To the place I lost my mind

I've been short on patience and sunlight

You stayed outside all day

You shone so bright, so fine

Oh I feel you on those nights

When I know I'm not living right