i pick over old relationships
because of –
the scavenger i am
but the corpses i cannot count gv

people fall away
your mutual grip is not tight enough
and the never ending adventure
no longer means so much 6

so much to overcome
it is a never ending hurdle race
where the hurdles –
are ten foot high
so much to overcome

i missed you so much
i really missed you
and i missed you –
far too much

my ouija board fingers
trembled with memories
of absolute hunger

i crept onto the road
and all those,
who are in the know
watched me come and go

so, i never got that job
and in turn,
my train never came
and it was me without a coat
when it first started to rain

you are far away
in fact,
from each other
we both are

as for me,
i am still thinking about the past
as i lie still,
ensconced within my belief