Your Other Left Lyrics - Kali Masi

I've been keeping busy 

Keeping you at arm's length and breaking ice between the covers 

My father was a liar, he taught me everything I know. 

And as fictional as they come, he's as memorable as they go. 

And I dreamt the biggest dreams in all the weeks I couldn't sleep. 

Navigate the palms of promise, like the ones I couldn't keep. 

Did I fall silent like a glove dropped into banks of greying snow? 

Am I forgotten like your wallet, like the songs you used to know? 

Now I'm asleep and you're nostalgic. 

I've got twisted thoughts of murder. 

Although I'd never lay a hand I dream of simple ways to hurt her 

Watch me leave without a note, just your name in every song 

But I'm sure she wouldn't notice until the wind sings through her palms. 

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I've been keeping busy. 

Taking mirrors from bedroom walls 

So I can't recognize the reflection of a past that I've been trying hard to shatter. 

I crushed the distance in my palms. 

I fought like fencers through the patterns 

Of a future as bright as a litho black 

Got your degree, so what's the matter with you? 

It can all change so quickly. 

And I can't recognize... 

So I've been running my soles straight to compensate 

For my time running in my place 

The gerbil wheel spun me 'round again 

It's left me feeling jader than an august rain. 

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When we wrote our names in the wet cement, I felt walked on. 

Waiting like a patient book to have my spine split open and to spill my guts into memories. 

Was my name simply spat on the casket? And no flowers befall on my grave? 

We're just dust to the wind. 

I'm a dog-eared page of the moment you hummed out my name like a song that we'd sang. 

Your crescendo wrapped a cloth around my eyes. 

To find a strength to call my own, I traced your name into this poem 

Just keeping busy. 

Watching loved-ones go by car and tucking good-ones into coffins. 

It seems so often, we sing out the memories instead of the movements. 

When I go it will feel like waking up in a well-lit room with no memory of the excuse that I used to use. 

In the post they lost your letter 

I imagine that it read 

You were sorry that you'd miss me 

Not as sorry had we met 

I took the mirror off my bedroom wall 

I was growing tired of waking up next to someone I didn't know