The Meaning of Haste

I don’t remember your favorite colors anymore
They say this is moving on
But the ashes you left are still burning warm
Let the sound waves drip so calm
Past the hair behind your ears and travel down canals
And reach your brain loud and clear
Is this what you always wanted
Im the headlights your the
Will I still love you when I wake up?
Tried to write you poems
Use my foot to send morse code
But every line I write dries like litter in the road
And if you decompose
They’ll find my message in your bones
Put on display in museums
Your bones are worth your weight in gold
I’d write you letters on your stomach like my finger tips were pens
But every word I write is pleading to last a second on your skin
Wake up when the wind blows
Echoes smothering me
I want to be the air you leave behind
So unrefined
Like I’m breathing coal
Die on the way to the hospital
credits
from Morning Colors, released January 17, 2015
Recorded and Mixed by Dalton Farr at Artisan Studios in OKC, OK
Album Art by Alex Skaggs
Mastered by Ryan Harvey