Dispatches

Pilot my body by Remote control Irresponsible and reckless It drowns out the smoke On my clothes The scent you left on my pillow And the spaces between her words That you illustrate for yourself And the gaps you fill right to the top What's in the frame and what's not Waving a brief goodbye And still staring down The train tracks And when I get home And when I'm alone It builds it's nest inside my chest And in the spaces between her words That you illustrate for yourself And the gaps you fill right to the top What's in the frame and what's not And the stories that fly through my head tend to lead me to ask If you're still Transmitting Cause I'm not receiving And the spaces between her words That you illustrate for yourself And the gaps you fill right to the top What's in the frame and what's not