Fixture by Sam Tudor

I know a grieving song
Its in my phone beside my bed But I don’t read the words
It plays out like a film instead
Another piece of amber that I find inside my coat Another archived memory that somehow keeps afloat And I still miss you, after all this time
I’m stuck with
Something new, something old
Burning out the timer on a temporary soul
It’s running through, uncontrolled
Saying when I find my feet will there be somewhere left to go.
I’m a fixture now
We hold events and friends come smoke outside
And I stow my panic in the web each night
Though I’m deeper in the city then I’ve ever been before
A tunnel right from your house moving underneath my floor And I can hear you, after all this time
I’m stuck with
Something new, something old
Burning out the timer on a temporary soul
It’s running through, uncontrolled
Saying when I find my feet will there be somewhere left to go.

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• Vancouver