Gold

I know you said you're sorry

I know you said you're gold

I know you want it to align with everything you told

I see the paper clippings

I see the shaping light

I see your kitchen in December, and the way the light bends

Through the window out

Onto the drying dishes

Served up a plate of gold, the riches give enough to grow

I know you said you're sorry

I know you want it to be

Settled in honesty like dust upon the hay

Harvest the words believing

Believing is almost true

Drink up, you're missing meaning, leaving like you do

Lemons on the table

Rolling along the floor

Squeezed out and pushed around, the sour seeping out

Show me the seed of your honesty

I can't seem to find it

I'm blinded

They say when one door closes

A window opens wide

Catching the light, it might move through the shade and blind you dry

I know you said you're sorry

I know you said you're gold

I know you want the shade through curtains when you fold, you fold, you fold, you fold

I know you said you're sorry

I know you said you're gold

I know the give and take is more or less than what you owe