all around me 
i feel dead air 
can't keep my head clear
woke up
everything's on hold
everything's on hold
& that's why . . . 

i can't tell you
where i'm going 
gotta make a clean break
i hear the susurrus 
of the underpass 
collapsing in on itself 
in the rearview mirror
i see your face there
it's just a dead end oh well

i can't tell you 
i can't tell you
i can't tell where i'm goin 


can i ever learn to not elope
with my second head
the one that makes me yearn 

spend my life taking sloppy stock        
of the cemetery dirt
hidden in my closet 

after all i'm still learning to sit
my muscles worn thin
from chasing light to sniff in 

so i store myself in a silo of words
grind them out of spit
the brink of language 

spend so much time on what could've been 
corral my wasted heads 
sweet poppy-soaked dread

& i want the elegy in dirt
if i choose to go 
nail me to my bed

Elope

Tunemaking est. 2012

One half of https://soundcloud.com/joymachines

'Good Tunes' Playlist every month(ish)

Contact: maxrutter.music}@{gmail.com

Elope

Matthew Leger