i drank today
to a boxcar red and broken,
slow music, a sad fading
when the melody suffocates
and december makes you
someone else
i live inside
someone i don't recognize
seen more perfectly impure
when you break me from concrete
learning to slowly let go
removing sheets
from a single hotel bed
you won't let me be
who i used to be
and i will drink for tomorrow
its wildcard attraction
to leave autumn where it is
on a highway back
before leaves split color
while i lean a little lower
hear the reasons
made by a simple sun
love has its own technicolors
does it own us
do we own it too?
i forget the shade i painted you
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