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I think I love you more these days 
but it seems so cruel and unusual 
maybe its all just some sick twist of fate 
that keeps me hanging on 

now all at once the seasons change 
and the patterns of my days, they rearrange 
and I haven't heard from you in a calendar year 

oh, Jonathan 
why do I keep dreaming of you? 
oh, Jonathan 
why do I do the things I do? 

I shook out every rug I own 
and pulled your shadow from the picture frames 
and the house we once called our home 
did you hear I moved away 

you know that I wish you would take time to call 
and say you're doing fine 
and that the body that you wish you were keeping warm 
was still mine 

oh, Jonathan 
why do I keep dreaming of you? 
oh, Jonathan 
why do I do the things I do? 
oh, Jonathan 
why did you go so far away? 
oh, Jonathan 
do you ever wish you'd stayed?

Jonathan

you're tired, aren't you 
wind blowing heavy down first avenue 
grasping at these golden threads 
afraid they'll slip right through your fingers again 

hell, I hate it as much as you 
and I don't think I'll see it through 
it's some distant, cosmic thing 
that bleeds the blood we do 

so, fine 
comb your fingers through the fine, fine wire 
by morning I know you'll tire 
of holding my hands up to the wall 

these rivers lay wide 
swallow me whole 
I shy away from any hands that aren't his 
though I don't know him now at all 

coming up short of the sum and the call 
funny, isn't it, the thrill of it all

Tired Thing

I was high above the rain last night 
in a deep, midnight dream 
you were absent as I came down 
tearing through a dissonant seam 

I woke with tears in my eyes 
you were as far away as you've been 
I reached for the phone like a fly to the light 
and it rang, bells in the wind 

I don't know how to feel about that 
and I've forgotten how to breathe 
I don't know if I should say something 
or let it be 

the full moon, she is rising 
as my sanity sinks heavy as a stone 
you pull in the tides with your silence 
fold my words to lines unknown 

I don't know what is left of me 
that wasn't made by the hand of my misery 
and I hope you don't think less of me 
for calling in the morning

emmabowers

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