count the headstones
“Sometimes you think you’re living out one story, but the truth turns out to be something else entirely.”
at the time, i thought the story was about whether or not you had the strength, the courage, or whatever else you needed to be free.
if only i understood what the real story was.
honestly, i still don’t know.
but i would like to.
if you’re waiting for an invitation,
you’re gonna wait a long time
wait a long time,
wait a long time
if you’re looking for an invitation,
it’s never gonna come
it’s never gonna come,
you’re never gonna get onemaybe you’ve been waiting too long
remember that night at the park many months ago?
two lit cigarettes and too much conversation,
you answered my call when i needed somebody, and showed me your new body art
i sat on the swings while you watched me from the bench -
i told you all about it, and you listened, and then asked me,
‘are you happy?’
i didn’t answer you - so here it is
yes, i was happy.
but i’m not so sure anymore.
