Paths

Cluttered all my guts on the dying space of your front lawn

And I waited, and I watched the summer end

I never lost my nerve. I figured out, if you were sure you’d signal and show me a sign

In my memory from ’94 you wrote “here’s my number,” But I never called

I don’t want to ruin the moments from that hallway

These barriers and boundaries opened the paths for you and me

I crossed the fingers on my hand that it always rains on your weekend

I hope you’re miserable

It was my crowning age. I was coming to terms

Reverse-living summers in the past felt like my dying days

Kept counting on a cross within our paths

These barriers and boundaries opened the paths for you and me

Cluttered all my guts on the dying space of your front lawn

And I waited, and I watched the summer end