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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