just like a wake-up call two seconds too soon
when i am startled out of sleeping
and washed over in blue
and my heart’s chasing this unnamed, fleeting feeling
that’s gone off there with the evening
as the sun peeks all over you
and like a half-remembered dream
i keep on thinking that i’ve messed up
all the reasons and the details
that brought together truth
and this "we" of ours, a word left untranslated
i wish i’d seen it, i could have seized it
freeze-framed it so i wouldn’t have had to fall
it was all sleight of hand, accidental trick
this crime of opportunity
my pockets emptied of affections
i cannot really afford to really feel
and what is worse is i can’t blame you
i can’t get mad or even shame you
for an unexpected something
that neither of us would have known
and i wonder
do you see a half-made memory of me
your eyes, that smile, your voice
calling out my name
and i—
i wonder if it's right at all
to want to say goodbye
SPOKEN:
we’ll chalk it up to déjà vu
this love from me to the ghost of you
and me and everything
that we could have
ever tried to be
let’s not define ourselves by what we’re not
maybe one day we’ll time it right
but for now let’s breathe
and let go
at the count of three