Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice & water,
keeps a diary invisibly
In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite
theres a certain search for certain´ty, you know we will
never see her hands touch her childhood home i
n photos that she took.
It is one more omission from a high school history book;
how whole lives get knifed & pushed aside.
To whom it may concern...
Take a broken bottle. Take a rafter beam.
Take a needle & a tarnished spoon.
Or just words to kill off one more unheard statement
of another dying afternoon.
She says she has leaving soon.
So so long to ten hour shifts & faking sympathies.
Farewell to piles of bills, unpayed utilities.
All rolled up & unfurled like a flag.
Wake up & pack your bag.
To whom it may concern...
Theres a bus that is leaving half an hour from now.
It wouldn´t take her where she really wants to go.
So she sits there with her luggage at her side.
leaving empty stations, leaving empty lives.
Weakerthans, The Ringtones