Past Is a Privilege


Fiddling with my suspenders, twiddling a bluestem between my gums,
chair rockin' hand on a scripture, and yet you've got
me feelin' so numb. Now the sun's settin' on this picture,
without you here to frame our son,
he's not even born yet and I, I implore you please
will you make us one?
Don't punish me for wanting distance so I could roam with my
thoughts!I just needed to experience the sickness of
you not wrapped in my arms.
Commitment chilled my heart's existence 'cause I was heartbroken
and lost! You know the past is a privilege learned so let's
just leave it where it belongs.
Easing myself into discomfort, seething 'cause our house is a mess,
all's too clean in glistened order,
no order's on the stove-top to bless.
Cut out the lights babe dream and wonder,
how to love with a hole in your chest,
then maybe you'll see I mended the muscle,
still wholeheartedly I'll pray for the rest.
Oh don't punish me for wanting distance so I could roam with my
thoughts!I just needed to experience the sickness of you not
wrapped in my arms.
Commitment chilled my heart's existence 'cause I was heartbroken
and lost! You know the past is a privilege learned so let's
just leave it where it belongs.

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