Letters

All my friends are living in different places
Some of which I couldn't quite recall
Goddamn
While on jet lag, still arriving, I was closing my eyelids
In California thinking of New York

And the way things rearrange:
A year and change from mattressed floors
To winding up feet back on the ground
The strangers that became
The names I write these letters for
The shadows that loom over the sound

And you're still smiling

All my friends are living in different places
Some of which I couldn't quite recall
Goddamn
In those seven hours driving I was frequently reminded
Of Caleb starting fires in the forge

The trail of light illuminating
All the circles he was making
I was freaking out which he enjoyed
I guess he thought he was allowed
To burn the whole damn forest down
I screamed at him, "It ain't a fucking toy!"

He kept on smiling

All my friends are living in different places
Some of which I couldn't quite recall
Goddamn
Was it blockaded relations or foiled situations
That justified how I fell on the sword?

Well I am not a paragon
But you'll be gone and I'll be wondering
How I could've showed you that I loved you
I've decided from this moment on
To take on "everything at once"
And swing the door wide open for you

And I'll be smiling