Testo Hum

From the basement where we first talked,
to the ride home

with the kids we barely knew, 

you left a permanent scar.



Memories are taped on our walls,

hung as a reminder.

How easy it could be, when we weren’t growing apart.



I’m always talking in circles,

I always think until I can’t sleep.



We always want what is kept from us. 

Well maybe I am the liar,

and there is nothing that is left for us.

You are a permanent scar.



I’m always talking in circles, 

I always think until I can’t sleep.



You are the leaves at my feet.

You are the hum of electric heat. 
I kept myself away,

but I’m starting to like the pain.