little red apples

Congratulations,
You made it here.
Through the white winter,
Through those voices in your ear.

Spring comes so slowly,
When you can’t sleep.
When the music gets tired.
And all you do is lie there.

And when you have proven
How much you don’t need me.

And the little red apples
Hang low on the tree
And the silence feels awkward
When the sun’s warming me.
You know it meant everything
Forever ago.
You know I can’t unlove you.
Even when you go.

Let’s cross paths again
Someday.
Let’s forgive all the shadows,
That we’ve put away.

But…

For now I’ll smoke cigarettes
And sing sad, sad songs
About two people on a war path
Who couldn’t leave what they couldn’t have.

And Mondays are gone
They just get lost
In the traffic lights
And sleepless nights

And the little red apples
Hang low on the tree
And the silence feels awkward
When the sun’s warming me.
You know it meant everything
Forever ago.
You know I can’t unlove you.
Even when you go.

I hear you’re in Portland.
I hope you’re doing well.
I’m back in the Midwest.
But there’s not too much more than that.

And you’ve come and gone.
Like it or not.
And you were so right all along,
Too bad you were also so wrong.

So…

For now I’ll smoke cigarettes
And sing sad, sad songs
About two people on a war path
Who couldn’t leave what they couldn’t have.

And the little red apples
Hang low on the tree.