Cartoons And Macramé Wounds

You drew me cartoons so playful
(Did you run away?)
I’m stuck now, I’ll carry light in a while
I’m stuck now that I’m carried white to the side
(Memories drown)
And you drew me cartoons so playful
Nobody’s gone tonight
You drew me cartoons
You watch it, the way you’re always keeping score
You keep in store
You keep it
I’m not you — what a waste, me When you give all you got and there’s already made plans
Put your hand in mine
We will go skating
On the thinnest ice that we can find
It takes me summer to say
It takes me winter in a day
Honestly, see
They’re like you and me Frozen when we start
We cannot help it Easy to discard, taken apart
Put your hand in mine
We will go skating
On the thinnest ice that we can find
Tonight I’m watching the sky
The creatures you drew
They remain alive
The cushion’s lighter
And what do you want?
Is this what happens to us now?
Sunk beneath the sea
That’s no way to be What came over me?
Drawn and held with you
This is what we do We are weaving wounds
Macreamé
I’m a let you know
And just saying won’t make it so
I’m a say the words
In cemented ears they are heard
Would you like to be a crease in parasols?
Did I need to know? A wound in macramé
Through all this we decipher!
And what’s worse: we’re no wiser!