when do i wake up
where do I sleep
and the tongues that come upon me
and the past creepingit was a waste of time
a shallow waste of time
you wanted to be with me
the past will not subside
does my face leave an impression
its imprint mist fades on glass
am I talking to fast
these days I pile up earth
go down to the shore swim in the shallows
you wanted to be with me
the past will not subside