A Line Allows Progress, A Circle Does Not.

by Prophecies In Kodak

And i heard you were going blonde now for the summer
because you said the sun makes your head feel pain.
or maybe it was just the fact you wore that winter coat,
that had the stench of sex and blood and maybe even my name.
i dug my teeth into my knees and i told myself i was ready
but i know that i can't begin to make up for disappointed time
when it all seems like everything is just too grey for my liking;
so i just gave you a handshake for welcome instead of piece of mind.
dont tell me you've ran out on the thought that maybe
you could bring yourself to see the things that you said i see.
you were like my eyes in the back of my head just to warn us
that there was so much to learn and so much more we could be.
chigaco doesnt quite feel like a home because of the streets now,
and i guess he doesnt kiss that spot on your neck like i used to?
and there's that spot below your stomach where i rest my head,
telling you it was perfect and somehow i think you always knew.
you can tell my hair isnt parted in just quite the same way
all because i miss the way you used to fix it up by yourself.
and it doesnt seem fair to me to to have to go back to habit
where i was flipping it from my face because i hate the way it felt.
i miss sharing those sex and cigarettes with you in the morning,
while you laughed at me eyeing your rusted necklace clasp.
part of me hopes you still keep that right beside you because
i really meant to tell you that i bought that with 7 weeks rent.
so as i've heard... you decided to go blonde for the summer
and i cant say that i dont find that to be a blinding shame.
now, i know that your machine says "night out with gene"
but that doesnt mean i cant still tell you wished it said my name.