this is just another day
another plan
another way to say
i loved you
but that love has gone away
to another place
another town
another face to place blame

make me a pattern of your peace
where there is only facing down the grooves cut through a 33
a 45 to tell the story
that i’m always out of time
born too late
payed no mind
to captions of the picture
telling stories of the victory
wanting not to gamble with the stripes
before your eyes

be just another candle
burning low
i couldn’t handle you
and now you’ve gone
and so it’s true
that creativity comes when you’re low
or high as hell
and heaven below