Going back

Driving home past your house

thought about how

I’m still not around

I found myself but lost my voice

help can someone send me an invoice

I’m full of noise sword forced in the court

sort out the fort we split from the ports

changing the sort

hit you in the ford

Word takes the world on in the more

Heavy on our backs stacked

stepping from tye to tye

on my way into the sky

flip the coin find we missed her kiss

lost in a past mist through which to exist