Just Legs

I’m the cigarette you smoked till you kicked the habit; the Friday night you washed away to observe the Sabbath. The structure’s burning slow, but the light’s fading fast. The shape is still intact, but it’s just a pile of ash. Went out to face the world, but my heart wasn’t there. The breeze blew my soul to pieces, but my legs were spared. Got me feeling weightless walkin’ ‘round this hell directly down a lonely road I’ve come to know too well. All the hope that I want sits in an ashtray; I looked to the future, only to see it look away. Remembering the love makes it impossible to bury the pain; the last time you cry for me the breeze will send my remains. I am the tattoo concealed beneath your flesh with the sins committed you’ll never have to confess. You may find someone better, but it’ll never be the same. You cleaned up really nice, but I’m a permanent stain. My legs took me outta town to the edge of the land; No one else was around so I wrote your name in the sand. Couldn’t watch you go before – this time I decided to stay. I lied down next to it till the tide washed it away. Sunday morning alarm invading my bed; my legs are supposed to work, but they might just sleep instead. Opening my eyes is a risk I don’t wanna take cuz you’re always right next to me until I’m awake. I am the addiction you’ve gotta stay away from; the cancer that inhabited you while you bathed in the sun. And you know I waste away without a host; try to push it all down under, but I guess love floats. I just heard the news report and it provoked an interesting thought; could’ve turned it into a conversation, but I already forgot. Feel lonely as the pope with lots of faces around; a marathon or two away from settlin’ down. Doused myself in bug repellent and slept in clean sheets; dreamt I won the competition and that we’d played for keeps. Saw you 20 years from now and it made me cry; I cried out, “I still love you,” but there was no reply Couldn’t you change your perception of me just one more time? Cuz your future gives me hope, but I’m scared to death of mine.