In The Creases

YouÂ're the smell of the toast
that you made in the mornings.
YouÂ're the page in my book
that I keep to myself.
YouÂ're the unlocking sound
when I turn my door key.
YouÂ're the scar
that I have from the time
that I fell.
I canÂ't describe the faces.
I canÂ't recall the names.
But you remain.

I keep you in the creases.
I hide you in the folds.
Protect you from the sunlight.
Shield you from the cold.
Everybody said
they were glad to see you go.
But no one ever has to know.

YouÂ're the part of the moon
that blends into the blackness.
Even though we know
itÂ's really still there.
YouÂ're the song that I sing
and I donÂ't need to practice.
YouÂ're the green shoes
I keep though
theyÂ're too small to wear.
I canÂ't describe the faces.
I canÂ't recall the names.
But you remain.

I keep you in the creases.
I hide you in the folds.
Protect you from the sunlight.
Shield you from the cold.
Everybody said they were glad
to see you go.
But no one ever has to
No one ever has to know the things
that I refuse to see
And all the nights I still canÂ't sleep.
I curl up in the sheets
Between the creases where you used to be.

Once love wakes it never sleeps...
Even when you love a dream