Songs I Wrote - A Frosting in New England

Loitering in parking lots
What was that sound?
Don't get caught
Taking up with ne'er-do-wells
Windows fogged
February
Meddling
Trespassing
Hear the call
Maybe listen
Simple ways
Better times
Know it's wrong, but I might lie
Will you call when you're home?
Will you love?
Will you loathe?
Little things that I want
Will you fight?
Will you face it all?
Pinwheels on the peppermints
Strange advice some old guy gives
Tasteless food and musty halls
You and I, eventually
Menacing medicine
Take the fall
No resisting
Routine days
Solemn lives
Know it's gone, but I won't cry
Will you call when you're home?
Will you love?
Will you loathe?
Little things that I want
Will you fight?
Will you fall?
If you find who you really are, will you laugh?
Will you groan?
Memories fading in and out
Will you stay?
Will you go?
When you walked along that peninsula
When you snuck into condominium
When you saw the town from the railroad tracks
From the wooded trails to the backdoor paths
From the graffiti in abandoned shacks
To the cigars near unmarked cul-de-sacs
When the sun goes down
When the cold sweeps in
When the icy flakes cover everything
Every afternoon like a big blank slate
Every evening you could do anything
When you rang doorbells with a swift retreat
When you watched bare branches from the backseat
When you got hunted by a man you faked
When the holidays were still worth having
In the cold
In the cold
It's no more
It's no more
Will you call when you're home?
Will you love?
Will you loathe?
Little things that I want
Will you fight?
Will you fall?
If you find who you really are, will you laugh?
Will you groan?
Little wings flapping up and down
Will you flail?
Will you grow?
Will you fail?
Will you glow?

Written by:
L. R.

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