Town

Smoking by your house, filter wrapped up in your mouth Think about when I rolled it, think about the poor guy who sold it Catching life in town, trying not to think out loud And then you did I told them, and turn around and tell you I told them You just stand and stare frozen And I stand ashamed with the feelings I named as numbness People I blamed, for what's mine, and they said it's fine but how can it be How can it be Watching as you write, turning cold words into time I would but I lose track, disappear as soon as I look back Want something that's mine, not a mark scratch or line Something I can see clearly, someone that I can hold dearly Someone I had nearly I let go, I was far too slow Feelings I blamed, for what's mine, I know it's fine but how can it be