From 24c - The Matches

Digits dial, digits dial… tone, monotone

Has she been feigning sleeping?

Framing she been all alone?

Downslide on the sidewalk

I’m a distant ring

Out of body, out of body

Pick me up, oh answer me

I just hurried over

Worried sick you might be sick

Gates are courting airplanes

And clocks divorcing ticks

Before I left, thought I’d see you

At the show, you didn’t show

Didn’t message, didn’t call

You didn’t know, oh didn’t you know?

I’m a liar too

Uh huh, that’s why I think I understand you

Someone from your building holds for me a door

I’m in your lobby, your elevator

I’m on your floor, the second floor

I can hear you now

With my ear pressed to the paint

You’re playing that cassette tape

That you took from me to take to Iowa

And that was near three years ago

Now I’m back up in that moment

Playing that yardsale Casio

I sang to you from a red room

(Together we’ll grey, grey, grey)

Does he sing to you as well?

Much better, most would say

I hear him laughing

But I prefer this to the silence

When your lips are sealed against his

Or he fills your thighs with kisses

Or just for instance

He’s clawing your fat

To push your breaths into the mattress

You’ll love a good many men, mmhmm

And loving me ain’t gonna stop all of them

Like Adam we are flawed

In the image of our gods

Of our fathers, who never bothered

To consider they were not the only ones

(Faith, ohhh…)

Faith oh faith, is a way to believe lies that we need

Then to be faithful is to be truthless

But that’s more than I need to say

Oh just don’t run off and get married

And I’ll surely be okay

'Cause I love you

They’ll never cure that muse

Gotta go now

Pack my suitcase

Glad that you’re okay

And I love you, happy birthday

See you in sixteen days