The Angels Just Have to Show

Choked today on blank Tudor boldness as broken neighbours sucked through the seams of the shit they build with ostentatious walls
Smoked today, fifth time since 1988, with kids I knew through spring, then in fall, they're not kids at all
And then it came, a world in my chest, set up by your silent residue in my room, and in my car
But for today, too late, some business I guessed, no cancellation, as if I knew how busy you are

To know a love like subtle brio, eclipsed crescendo, some swallowed whole, whole, some swallowed whole
Like things I have to look at, red hair and Rothkos, as if the angels just have to show, just have to show
In fairness to you I must revise this romance to rust, trade in this stash for trash, trade in these goods for ash
In fairness to you I will stare the paint right off of this sill, beat down the floor with my feet 'till you and I have time to be still
You and I have time to be still
You and I have time to be still