goodnight sir, goodnight.

i remember when
i remember when
i remember when
you cried a thousand unshed tears
right down into my washing machine
as we rocked against it nice and slow
it made the world so soapysudsygood
and we smiled so big when started to dry our clothes.
i remember,
i remember,
oh, i remember when
you first whispered in my ear
and i felt your smile on my breast
as we rumbled with a good nights rest
and a cold, dark knight in a car backseat.
i can still see it
i can still see
i can still see it
bright as day, staring back at me from a dirty window
sitting on the bottom of the check
as i clicked away my fingers on the smudged tabletop.
and i just wished you'd look at me with something more than
disdain.
so i just keep dreaming
and dreaming
and wishing and dreaming
that your arms will still be there to catch me when i fall.
but they aren't
i know this
i've tried falling a few times, and i keep landing harder than before
and now i've dug myself this awful hole.
can't ya see it?
can't ya see?
can't ya see it?
i'm surrounded by these layers of dirt
and i'm pounding on these muddy walls
and my fists aren't doing anything but making my hole deeper and wider.
until i fall asleep with the rain and the mud.
goodnight,
goodnight,
goodnight, sir.

circa jan. 2008