the vines on the trees are as thick as necks
down by the tracks & the junkyard
they hang from the trees like the ropes of swings
they'll keep on growing despite everything
lost in a small town in tennesse
someone has been here before me
under the train bridge graffitti
makes me feel less alone when i'm lonely
i could wait for a train
it might not stop for days
alone in the woods
with my dog & the vines
the sun starts to set at 4 oclock
i haven't seen colors like this since you brought us
to yr hometown in southern california
in the morning i'll mistake the snow for yr touch
falling asleep in the cold womb of night
i have wrapped my body round yrs hundreds of times
i wish you were here on the ground next to me
yr body a tree, my limbs a vine
i could wait for a train
it might not stop for days
alone in the woods
with my dog & the vines
or the trees are the necks & each vine is a rope
down by the tracks & the junkyard
each rope an escape you hide inside yr throat
you'll keep on living, despite everything
i could wait for a train
it might not stop for days
alone in the woods
with my dog & the vines
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