'91

a photo and the song in inspired. maybe someday (i.e. if I am ever actually able to play it on guitar) I'll post a recording of the song.

up on the bookshelf there’s a class picture from you in a
gaudy frame from some bargain store, it’s true that I am
quiet now, but there used to be thise song, and I’m
here for now but I’ll move on before long and in the

frugal light of 1991 I was
up all night, so I never saw the sun and in the
cooler days of fall I was
dragging you around but you weren’t holding me at all. it’s a
perfect point of view
from underneath the bookshelf when I’ve got nothing to do. it’s a
perfect place to stay when I’m
reading myself blind and I am
gonna be okay…

when I typewrite all my words are automatic some
acoustic guitar and a little pretty static. there are
old notes from you that collect in little piles and I
don’t believe that you’ve gone so many miles as you pretend

and in the light of 1991 I was
up all night, never ever saw the sun and in the
cooler days of fall I was
dragging you around but you weren’t holding me at all. it’s a
perfect point of view
from underneath the wing chair when I’ve got too much to do. it’s a
perfect place to stay when I’m
talking myself hoarse and I’m
gonna be okay…

and you smile down like you know all of my falsehood
and I lie you down, glassed-in face against the dark wood
if you see me now with your blue tie and your combed hair
well you’ll have come in through the door, don’t want you
watching me from up there anymore.

in the half-light shining back from 1991 I stayed
up all night and fell asleep before the sunrise, in the
cooler days of fall I was still holding on
when we had nothing there at all. it’s a
perfect point of view
coming back eight years later when there’s nothing I can do. it’s a
perfect place to stay, in this quiet dimension where I know I’ll be okay
and I know I’ll be okay…