710 - Sundials

Walking through New Haven,

Meeting the life I’d have a chance at

If I half paid attention, if I didn’t sleep.

You stop down the sidewalk,

Picking up calls and disconnections.

You’re listening but you don’t talk, you look at me.

And you just can’t speak.

I guess that I’m feeling selfish.

I know that it’s gone, but I’m not there.

Sometimes I don’t wanna care.

It’s just a place I used to sleep,

Let it burn without me.

Between the silence on the ride down

We’ll try to laugh about our lives now.

All I can do is try to forget this.