Cold Coffee in the Marijuana Plant

We were out hunting complications
Waiting for the skin to bruise
I felt embarrassed by still acting
Like I had anything to lose
It wasn't a ruse
Just a youthful thing
The urge to create conflict
Cobbled streets twisted your ankle
I thought someone stole my wallet

You said wait
Why are we always waiting
When nothing ever happens
In this biscuit tin town
And it was late
The clocks had all stopped working
Pompous pricks vanished to nothing
Beneath the skeleton of a town house

Your parents were still up getting high
There was mushroom tea left to decant
Watching your sister feed cold coffee
To the marijuana plant
The depth charge sank
And I sat drowning
Made revisions to the play
I used to think I was a writer
Somehow the scenes just never played

And you said wait
What are the characters weighing
There's nothing but exposition
In your furrowing brow
Another page
I know I'm never gonna finish
All my attention's sorry limits
My imagination finally gave out

There's something I circle to in between breaths
In my pre-sleep breathing exercises
And it's this
What if we're dreaming off the same death
And we just never realised
And it's too late

Rewilding tape cassettes
The tape spooled roots out in the garden
And it was okay if maybe some people
Started calling you an artist
The lighter died
It rained tobacco
Eyes turned nicotine yellow
I said if I jumped the barrier
I could still get the train
And you said wait