intuition

all by yourself
we never made it to the lake

we never made it to the bottom of the hill

we never made it the date
and by yourself
i never chopped off my knees and begged it to stop

your only trying came when you weren't there

we never got to watch the sky swallow meteors



and little by little
the doubt ruled the air you choke on
and kept any real words forming above yr hips
and little by little
that sky will swallow more and more
leaving less light
taller shadows grabs at times
that clipped at the heels of verb medleys
how can the helpless help when the helpful hurt

but the doubt will fall like rain
that wets the nape of your nothing promise town
paved gold with endless roads that wont lead you home
swallowed by the hope that you wont ever choke
at the bottom of the hill where your open throat
filed the muck inside your pipe bomb moat

the night is going to choke on you

and it will be nothing
because thats all it ever meant