Anvil _
While the hall still smells like the food
That we were cooking
I wonder if the wood grain would pull the scent in
To stay like some companion
Some low-key musty cinnamon
Only come, only go
Only come, only go
Only come, only go
Burn away on the coil
Burn away
Bitter taste
On the coil
I was unbraced for your leaving that was coming
Like a split cell, like a cancer in this city
You and I were like brothers when we were younger
When you warmed my gut like the sweetness of home cooking
Sweetness in the hall
Falls, falls away
The floorboards cannot curl up
Just to hold some old aroma
So we open all the windows
And we close ourselves to some things
Only come, only go
Life is long, don't you know?
Are you a ghost?
Only come, only go
Come back, come home
Or go
God damn I'd hug you forever
Old friend
Writer/s: Andrew Gavin Williams
