We crossed the field with the sun in our eyes.
Draggin’ our luggage behind.
On our way back to the town we left.
So happily those months before.
I thought that was my window to get lost from you.
I watched as you tried to see and not see.
Whatever place I found to hide.
Cover you bases by watching your best.
But only as far as you could.
I wished you weren’t trapped in a lose/lose arrangement.
You said what you should have but when you turned your head
I believed I saw your face flash with what you really felt for me.
And mutter something like, “Yeah, that’s what I think of you
As you kicked a piece of trash.
At the hotel we had right by the airport.
All of the lights had gone out.
All night long the heavy machines
Moved around right outside the room.
Once you stood in the window and I thought you were both
Surrendering and pleading for someone to come and rescue you.
I’ll cop to having thrilled a bit to your helplessness in the trap I thought I had you in.
In delusive disgrace together.
from Box A Gypsy
released December 20, 2015
Written and performed by Morgan Meredith
Drums by Sly Alley
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