A Place For It To Land

I do not know what pulls me or in which way I am pulled

My bed is wet with sweat, and the tile floor is cold

A river seeps under my door and fills up my bedroom

The window breaks, five stories up

And I'll be flying soon, flying soon

You said that you were waiting on the corner of the street

From up above, I saw you kicking ice off the concrete

The deli man was smoking as the M15 rolled by

A man with a cane wavered

As birds circled in the sky, in the sky

I thought that I was heading north, but I was walking south

I got so turned around the moment you opened your mouth

To adorn my existence with momentary vows

Navigating the silence beneath both our furrowed brows

Furrowed brows

Come into my apartment and pour yourself some wine

I love you for tonight and I don't want to waste your time

Your love's all mixed up in someone else, I understand

But for now, I can offer you

A place for it to land, for it to land