Laid it on the Table

The restless things

The parts about waitings

That keep me up at night

I laid em’ out on the table

quick and clean

straight from the cutting board into the wood grain

I said to you what it felt like to be in this space

And all that second guessing of conversation I’d prepared just in case

wasn’t needed after all

there just isn’t any conversation to be had in this place

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