JustRooster

I'm a sucker for that tracking shot of
you from me to the bathroom mirror,
as I try to push
through the lethargy and muster
the bearings to send the news.
You've made it a littler closer than most and
we'll see how far that
luck takes you.
I'm not making any promises, girl,
but I sure am taking bets.

There would still be a chance for
you to get out and pick your-
-self up if you hadn't cut
your bootstraps trying
to make a point about barefoot living.
It's sort of sad, though, that I
don't know of anyone who's ever
made it where they were going on sidewalks.

I'll pretend to listen to yours plans
as we lay lit and lazy on my bed,
In this life we've made, we're old sleeves frayed
and I'm pulling at your thread.

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