It's twelve forty in New York a Thursday
A week before B leaves for California
And I'm walking past the bodega down on Havemeyer
I see my friend Geoff, I haven't heard from him in a while
He says last night Erik Rhodes died of a heart attack
I knew you had a thing for him a few years back
You followed him down to where his skin began
Down those lonesome limbs
You memorized just how they'd bend
You called him up one night when you were feeling low
You waited for an hour, but he never showed
And the way a horseshoe curves and envelopes you
I remember at Industry you'd watch him from across the room
And there were no trophies found in his dresser drawers
Or change in the jeans he wore the night before
And there were no laurel leaves found beneath his bed
No saved emails never sent
Just the cold, pale, blue of computer light
The softening of his skin like dandelions
Cause what's there to do with flesh after it wastes away
After eight, tired years of verses and refrains
And this morning I was so hungover from my father's wine
Just as a twin brother awoke into an only child
What am I gonna do now
If only I knew how
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It's twelve forty in New York a Thursday
A week before B leaves for California
And I'm walking past the bodega down on Havemeyer
I see my friend Geoff, I haven't heard from him in a while
He says last night Erik Rhodes died of a heart attack
I knew you had a thing for him a few years back
You followed him down to where his skin began
Down those lonesome limbs
You memorized just how they'd bend
You called him up one night when you were feeling low
You waited for an hour, but he never showed
And the way a horseshoe curves and envelopes you
I remember at Industry you'd watch him from across the room
And there were no trophies found in his dresser drawers
Or change in the jeans he wore the night before
And there were no laurel leaves found beneath his bed
No saved emails never sent
Just the cold, pale, blue of computer light
The softening of his skin like dandelions
Cause what's there to do with flesh after it wastes away
After eight, tired years of verses and refrains
And this morning I was so hungover from my father's wine
Just as a twin brother awoke into an only child
What am I gonna do now
If only I knew how
A week before B leaves for California
And I'm walking past the bodega down on Havemeyer
I see my friend Geoff, I haven't heard from him in a while
He says last night Erik Rhodes died of a heart attack
I knew you had a thing for him a few years back
You followed him down to where his skin began
Down those lonesome limbs
You memorized just how they'd bend
You called him up one night when you were feeling low
You waited for an hour, but he never showed
And the way a horseshoe curves and envelopes you
I remember at Industry you'd watch him from across the room
And there were no trophies found in his dresser drawers
Or change in the jeans he wore the night before
And there were no laurel leaves found beneath his bed
No saved emails never sent
Just the cold, pale, blue of computer light
The softening of his skin like dandelions
Cause what's there to do with flesh after it wastes away
After eight, tired years of verses and refrains
And this morning I was so hungover from my father's wine
Just as a twin brother awoke into an only child
What am I gonna do now
If only I knew how
Writer: Ryan Doyle
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