Hum

From the basement where we first talked,

to the ride home

with the kids we barely knew,

you left a permanent scar.

Memories are taped on our walls,

hung as a reminder.

How easy it could be,

when we weren’t growing apart.

I’m always talking in circles,

I always think until I can’t sleep.

We always want what is kept from us.

Well maybe I am the liar,

and there is nothing that is left for us.

You are a permanent scar.

I'm always talking in circles,

I always think until I can't sleep.

You are the leaves at my feet.

You are the hum of electric heat.

I kept myself away,

but I’m starting to like the pain.