Sour Grapes

The train tracks are rotting

Keeping me miles from you.

And I'll be damned

If I ain't glad

At how fast the distance grew.

Few nights I spent in your city

And for an eternity I wept in mine.

So I made a wish on a bone

That never came true,

Because I made it just for you.

Disguised as a sheep

To hide from the wolf beneath

Should have hinted me to your skillful forked tongue

That you used to lick my ears

To shut my eyes

And fill my heart

With the ocean of a love so devoid of emotion.

The train tracks are rotting

Keeping me miles from you.

And I'll be damned

If I ain't glad

At how fast the distance grew.

I took a walk down to the corner store to try and find some needles and thread

Finally fix up this aching head.

But instead

I stuck the needles in my eyes

Crossed my heart and dreamed to die.

The sun had long dipped below the horizon

When I finally came to.

I was always told it doesn't matter who you are

To make a wish upon a star.

But that night my wish never came true

Because I made one just for you.

The train tracks are rotting

Keeping me miles from you.

And I'll be damned

If I ain't glad

At how fast the distance grew.

I figured I could get away

If I built myself a small canoe,

So I could paddle farther from

Consuming thoughts of you.

Before I started towards the edge of earth,

I tossed a penny in the pond

And gazed into the deep, beyond.

This time I kept my fat tongue tied,

Because there is nothing I could ever say or do

To remove myself any more from you.

The train tracks are rotting

Keeping me miles from you.

And I'll be damned

If I ain't glad

At how fast the distance grew.