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online romance - sometimes lyrics

sometimes i wish the lines i say (and draw) came out a
bit more gentle. then i wouldn’t feel the need to speak
through songs so sentimental toward the avenues and
alleyways between my southeast home and yours,
glamourizing every inch of the city streets that lie
between our doors.
i remember frosty nights riding through the secluded
driveways of ladd’s addition. all alone on broken
stone, my tires b-mped. i was on a mission. i would
ride so fast, the wind chill cutting at my exposed
ears. the whistling noise it made, for those few
minutes, it sequestered all my fears.
sometimes i think about a girl i knew before i met you.
we were so in love and when she left i thought i’d
never get through all the ratty days that followed.
yellow leaves were falling, covering the curbs of
clinton street as i waited for my calling.
i’d tense up every time a stranger p-ssed on a bicycle.
from a distance everyone looked just like her to a
tired mind made fickle. on the path along the eastern
sh-r- of the river i thought my neck would break,
straining in the wind to pedal onward through a
constant double-take.
one day i went for a walk. the sky was so bare. then
halfway to burnside, the rain fell from everywhere. i
let that rain wash over me like an atheistic baptism
and wondered in which town it was that i’d left my
youthful optimism.

when the rain falls without warning, trapping us all in
the encroaching gloom and left with nothing to say,
we’re all hiding away with paper and pen in the
breakroom. i’ve discovered your deeper meaning, a
hidden beauty exposed while the money’s been tight.
(are there words i can use so this doesn’t sound
trite?)
sometimes i stop to recognize that there is no chance
between us, yet i still keep myself up every night
dreaming of where the gr-ss is greenest. i met you when
the winter came and browned the city of roses.
something about your ways had me in the bathroom mirror
cutting all manner of dumb poses.
you helped me to forget the past and for that alone i
thank you; you indirectly tuned the sharp strings and
cued the microphone i sang through. surely i am not the
first or last boy you’ll inspire and fill with doubt,
and though you’re laid out like a grid, i hope i never
figure you out.
sometimes i think to years ahead of me, to the day i’ll
move away, when wanderl-st catches up to me only a few
goodbyes i’ll say but for now you’re south of stark
and me, i’m north of powell. i would describe that
distance with a pretty word and yet i can’t afford to
buy the needed vowel.
one night i went for a walk. the sky was so black. i
told the summer to shove itself, ’cause i’m never
coming back. downtown was all abuzz, they were lighting
some tree in the square. their clothes and hair were
immaculate; i really had no business being there. so i
left the suburban families and took the max up into the
dark until the road was engulfed by trees. i got off
and climbed to washington park.
from up there i could see the skyline, and it was
strange ’cause i felt so proud. and in the dim glow of
the purification plant, i opened my mouth and sang
aloud:
‘i’m so tired of mourning, so so long to these feelings
of ruin now that the question’s been posed and i’m
smelling the rose, not waiting around for the perfume.
and goodbye to grieving, although i know it’ll put up a
fight, but the spring will soon come and set everything
right.’
i’m finally sold on your morning. i’m sold on your mid-
afternoon and now i’m even sold when i’m braving the
cold and my face is hued like a cartoon. i’m sold on
your evening. i’m sold on your blackest of nights as i
wait to be sold on the next dawning light.

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