Wheel

Each card game we played followed closer than
you cut long calls, kept our voices as
two winding days in a half-home gold
house my best whims on the roof of your
mouth wandering days in a half-home gold
house couldn't count on the roof of your
mouth

now can I call you back from
building lines out of was and what never was
or else days will come
when limbs are tired and old
and you aren't there to tell me

we are still awake aren't waste of wit
you're a wild kid
you're a wild kid
with new game eyes

when they're taking away all my favorite things

when called "entwined"
we were so close
we were so close
and your mind with mine
were the most whole
were the most whole
but what was once together
even when our hands weren't
now binds only
side by side

I saw your eyes
in a photo
in a photo
and hoped they could find
mine when so close
mine when so close
but now I'll wait again just
hope we'll walk together
so I can find my hand
by my(your) side

some year
in a basement
in some town where
we were just kids
with sound rolling (I just hope that your eyes meet mine)
gold will step in
those bright shoes that
you would once wear
and I will not go home (will)
I will not go home (we talk)
I will not go home (of real things)
I will not go home (or speak estranged)