The mouth of Medieval Canon
Just south of the house when you planned
all the birthday vacations,
my graduation so expertly
Lately,
when I go to visit
I hate to see
the place that we've never been
Yards of grown,
the life of broken,
the year under my region
I remember what you tought me
but it don't seem academic
I still can't apply it.
Day and night my secrets and my white lies,
are warning the same, warning the same,
since you passed away.
I hope your memory keeps every truth you left me.
From falling apart,
when I'm in the dark,
can't stop searching for the north star.
Wasting all of the money you gave me,
with nothing forthcoming.
Chasing the dream
that you said you believed in,
but I've lost faith.
Every shread of promissing me
was my connection to you.
I'm trying to hold on to it.
Day and night my secrets and my white lies,
are warning the same, warning the same,
since you passed away.
I hope your memory keeps every truth you left me.
From falling apart,
when I'm in the dark,
can't stop searching for the north star.
None of your picture
hints where you are.
I travel around down and in your old car
but it won't take me very far.
Day and night my secrets and my white lies,
are warning the same, warning the same,
since you passed away.
I hope your memory keeps every truth you left me.
From falling apart, when I'm in the dark,
can't stop searching for the north star.
The north star.