Ten - La Dispute

I promised Colin I’d keep writing, and

That’s the only promise I’ve kept, but

I have no regrets.

Like

Your empty mailbox?

It doesn’t bother me

Not at all

And I promised you I’d come visit soon

Guess I should’ve made the trip, but

Money’s tight as rope and time too.

And

You know how it goes better than anyone

There isn’t ever much of anything we need or

Think we do

So I don’t feel bad

I don’t feel bad

And somewhere you cut me out

Fall in love to rinse your mouth

But it doesn’t bother me at all

I promised Colin I’d take off to you soon, on

An old deck in Louisville, KY

Four stories up, six AM and ten deep

While they were sleeping, and I said

«Keep me in check, friend.»

And he tried

But I couldn’t be

And that small window closed, and I

Never really kept writing either, just

Stared downward at the page most times or

Thought about it real hard

And there must be something missing in me

That she’s there and I’m still here because

That’s messed up

But I don’t feel bad about it

And somewhere you cut me out

Fall in love to rinse your mouth

But it doesn’t bother me at all

I have tried hard to stay hopeful in the moments

They cut ropes to set you free

I have always tried to point the finger elsewhere

This time it points to me

But it doesn’t bother me at all

Each chance to lock arms, to lie long in locked eyes

And I failed to let go, to cut ties with my life

But I’m torn, and reborn, see I died when you left

But each word since that day was your name from my chest

I am afraid

But it doesn’t bother me at all