Rolodex

Static in the ears
Leftovers from lesser years
Sleepless in the vex
Bed's a mess from restless legs
Cut back to the scene
This, then that, but what between?
Minds eye, rolodex
Each passage lacking context

All those day behind, fragmented swept up blind
Some stored, some omitted
Misplaced calendar boxes

And who would read a tale so incomplete,
Or who would care to ever sum it's fractioning?
Could you be the one to lift the knee
The one to stretch the last corner and place the fitted sheet?

That's not how it's done, you need someone else there.

Rolodex in my bed, I couldn't help myself
No, seriously I mean I needed some help
Diggin' up bones from then, I found it ain't much help.
I found the deepest holes are ones I dug myself

That's not how it's done, you need someone else there.



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