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Night June 1988 - D.C. Anderson/Bryce Kulak
Composed by：D.C. Anderson/Bryce Kulak
The furnace turns itself off
And then on and then off and
Then on and then off
Hesitant to commit to sharing
The night with darkness
Inside the walls the water
Pipes jerk and knock
A window meets a sill
There is a cough
Music is politely missing
Distant conversation ebbed hours ago
I find a book of matches with
The back of my hand
I strike them one by one for sound
For light and for sensation
I have no other contribution to the night
I'd find a song to sing
In my almost audible voice
Would I not intrude upon the
Dreams of the man on the floor
Former lover forever friend
Who is determined to share this
Countdown with me
He tried to let me be a man again tonight
A thoughtful but wasted gift
We laughed
So there was indeed a gift
If I had any illusions of bringing a serene
Mature acceptance to this
I only have to look at what's
Left of my fingernails
I'm close to declaring my teeth
The winner of that battle
I am near suffocated by thoughts
Of what might be next
Absolute nothingness
Oh I how to real there's something
Fantastic to feel
Tomorrow brings with it another round of goodbyes
True goodbyes
I still have tears for them all
I worry that I will run out of those
I want anyone who cares enough to
Do what it takes to get here to know
They deserve my tears
I never did learn to make a good crust
