The Last One
Tired of these drunken evenings listening to my staggered breathing nowhere to fall back in but to sleep you're beautiful in dreams where words pour from my mouth in streams rivers I could never recreate I dreamed you traced worlds against my back I dreamed you'd never known me last night I said that this would be my last you took up so many pages the same dead words in different phrases so much I'm almost out of ink woke up January rain idly sliding down the window pane I had a dream you taught me how to speak I wrench my hands around my neck 'cause I didn't speak 'cause I was suffocating it's about time I started to believe I promise this will be the last one
Autor(es): ADAM NUTTER, PHILIP JORDAN, ROBERT HARVEY, STUART COLEMAN
