do you remember that bar?
the stool i fell off?
the snow mound i tried to climb?
i was shaping my character
creating a personal dimension
it was like ringing
to a swinging
solar eclipsed front porch wind chime

do i remain timely?
or am i just timeless?
since you've already seen my worst
could this possibly be my best?

you held a conversation
with my answering machine
in your deadened deep voice
prompting me to pick up
and talk you up to sense
to finally make a decisive choice

maybe i'm stupid
have too much time
on my hands
but you moving this far away
wasn't part of the plan
no
wasn't part of the plan
no
wasn't part of the plan