The Age Of Him

Cruising at 35,000 feet
I’m on the ground, I can’t stand the heat
As it’s burning through my clothes and skin
The rage, the page, the age of him
As he’s darkly circumspect
And I’m the weakness you know best
As you ruminate your heel
I know the ways you cannot deal
In singing songs and infidelities
In formation like a flock of geese
And I’m weary at the knees
Trying my best to please
But you just turn your head
No empty space in your bed
But someone else instead
I think the trauma’s going to my head
As you ashen faced tell me the truth
I drop the pillars of our youth
And they fall asunder
Did you know death had your number
When he rang your phone
Now I am all alone
And won’t come to your door
Because I couldn’t want you more
But you left me like a sleep
Like I’m a problem you can’t keep
Close to your chest
Does your lover know you best
And is it her or me
I don’t know, I’ve got to see

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