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Better check for the exits before you get settled.
Plan your escape before they slam the gates and you’re planted in place.

I left my scarf in hoboken over the neckless she slept in. She let her guard down for no one I was a reckless exception. She got me hard for a moment then I remembered protection was now a part of the motions and felt dejected. It isn’t you, i’m just nervous. “Don’t worry. You’re body’s perfect. Hold me like i’m your person,” she purred. I keep the condoms in the pocket with the dice and sometimes I roll 'em twice, but this wasn’t one of those nights. "I’ll probably chew you up and spit you back in your mouth," I thought to myself, out loud into her blouse. Blew the candle on the low top out. She got distracted. I’m like, “Don’t stop now. i’m almost happy.” This the type of place that barely lights your way so if you end up getting sugar from a stranger, it’s okay. And if you find yourself or soul mate here today, it’s more than likely you’ll forgot and wake up even more astray.
That evening wore an overcast, mild mist, over coat. Hoping she could hold my hand lower than she’d hold her hopes. How could I uplift her ghost when I could barely hold my own? Maybe if i’m forward now i’ll fix it with, “I told you so,” later on. Made her mind up before my warning slipped and she decided she’d be mine. Impulsive ownership. In that gently lit corner where she stole my kiss. I can’t take that back. My neck’s been cold ever since.

I should know better. 
Listen, daddy knows best unless you don’t let him
And you could do better than this. Bless your little head. 
I’ll be on my way now, I’m on my way out

I should know better. but you’re no better. 
Listen, daddy knows best unless you don’t let him
And you could do better. Bless your little well intentioned head. 
I’ll be on my way now, I’m on my way out.

The skies in April an hour north of Asheville laid an eggshell layer of powder onto the path. We climbed anxious through the mountainous backroads. I was worried this might end well they were nervous we might crash. Just an amateur driver but a road dog nonetheless and an absent navigator with a broken GPS. I went over what she’d said, hopeful he’s just a friend, too lonely to let this be another moment of regret. See, I met her younger and dumber when cigarettes were our jobs. I loved a somebody somewhere we never mentioned at all. We let the tension become us. I read her neck with my tongue while she let her dress come undone and pulled my threads with her pulse.
It ended abruptly as so many sparks do. I meant to be subtle, but we were met with a hard truth. Enter my somebody and my mislaid loyalty. She never told me she loved me, I never bid her adieu. So we crested that frigid precipice and I realized the lucid definition of what friendship is. She had a somebody while I had misread evidence. Shit, I guess I made that up. Been second guessing ever since. 

I should know better. 
Listen, daddy knows best unless you don’t let him
And you could do better than this. Bless your little head. 
I’ll be on my way now, I’m on my way out

I should know better. but you’re no better. 
Listen, daddy knows best unless you don’t let him
And you could do better. Bless your little well intentioned head. 
I’ll be on my way now, I’m on my way out.
I’ll be on my way now, I’m on my way out.
It’s okay. I’m on my way.

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from Pressure of the Tempest, released March 9, 2020

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