Your Handwriting (a Porch Song) Lyrics

all our saucers have broke in this little rocket home,
where we sleep like full-grown ghosts of twelve-year-
olds. and i'm waiting on you, Love. i got my heart all
set up, like a tug boat toy i drag along. a tug boat toy
i drag along. last night when i undressed, i drew a
lighthouse on my chest, and said a prayer for it, by
morning to have sunk in. and for a place we could talk,
some stoop or some parking lot with a couple cinder blocks to sit on. your handwriting is an even mix of your
parents' influence. i hope i see it again. so i wait on
the porch, hold this memory up like a torch. and i think
of a friend, draft a letter in my head. and her image
clings like a cast to heal some fractured past. to heal
my past. to heal my past. your handwriting is an even mix
of your parents' influence. i hope i see it again.

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