Graves Avenue

Photographed for the very last time
In the worst pose I’ll find
Myself getting lost on my front lawn
Shaking fists at my neighbors
Sometimes I feel left out
Keep your distance I’m a trainwreck on fire
A digression from the best parts you’d like
In possession of a new way to lie—
Maybe I’ll drown but this time I’ll fight
Sometimes I feel let down
Tracing circles on my skin, feel my blood thin
Embrace the comfort that I feel when I’m broken
I guess it’s better to be lost and then found
Than to never have been found in the first place
Keep discussing what it means to be honest but
Honestly I don’t think it’s very pertinent now
Conversations over dull topics fading—
I can’t stand it when you call me out