
Laura Tuthall
to me it seems like only
yesterday that I learned
the meaning of all these confusing words
and the nebulous notes they are tied to
I taste like the letters that made them
before they fell through the cracks
in my one-track overly packed brain
don’t you know that
things are always over
before they start
they can’t tell us
how to break our own hearts
it’s up to us and
the restless ground
today lost its way
somewhere in the stargazing fray
I’d think about it more
but lately thinking makes me
dizzier than drugs for dinner
I would throw myself into the sea
but I mean more than that to me
but not quite enough
to say no to stuff
and build my home
within these keys
today all of our old mistakes
fell out of our pockets like loose change
it's over
we never had to pay
but I, I wanna make giant messes
the kind you can't clean up
without redresses
yeah I would like to owe the world
more than it owes me
all signs point
to a dead end route
but I can't wait to see
how the story will turn out
I hope it’s up and down and hell
‘cause don’t you know that
things are seldom over
at the cliff’s edge
we’ve got miles of fall
to spin our own webs
it’s up to us and
the restless ground
today things are clear
we’ve got time and space
and fear of wasting it
I wouldn’t trade it
for the world inside my head
now look, I made some giant messes
the kind you can’t clean up
without redresses
and I would like to reap
the retribution I’ve sown
all signs point
to a dead end route
but I can't wait to see
how the story will turn out
I hope it’s up and down and hell
‘cause don’t you know that
things are never over
until I say
they can’t tell me
how to write my own play
there’s a million different ways
to garden the restless ground
oh I lost today
somewhere in the stargazing fray
I’d think about it more
but lately thinking makes me
dizzier than drugs for dinner
I would throw myself into the sea
but I mean more than that to me
but not quite enough
to say yes to stuff
and build my home
within these keys
to me it never seems
like I’m done learning these words
or maybe the right phrase is teaching
reaching and reaching
for notes they are tied to
I taste like the letters that made me
before I fell through the cracks
in my one-track overly packed brain
all signs point
to a dead end route
but I’m dying to see
how the story will turn out
I’ll throw myself into the sea
just to be a drop of water
in the holy H20 waves
they can’t tell us how
to dig our own graves
it’s up to us and
the restless ground