Sweater from Chipmunk by Rorschach

it wasn't 'til the sunlight hit my eyes that i realized i was sleeping
the clouds were crochet across the sky, it felt like my heart was sinking
two dozen shades of pink and gold, all the dew on the grass was frozen
but we were safe from winter cold thanks to the coats we'd chosen

we drove over the hill
and the lake was perfectly still
your phone was kind to greet us
but we didn't know who was waiting to meet us

it wasn't 'til my body hit the floor that i realized i was hurting
i left my ghost behind the door, and felt the planet turning
my bones were too heavy to drag, all the vines in my back were twisted
my sweater was waiting in a bag, and i cried at how much i missed it

• Rock
• folk
• indie
• singwriter
• New Jersey