Chris DeBoda - Squares of Things to Remember

I can't describe your face
Define you by a picture and I'm running out of ink
Bold reminders, reasons why
I don't think that I'll make it through this one breathing
I'm running out of space

They say it's cold outside the atmosphere
It's cold in this apartment that I'm in
Just one more week of deadlines and I'll be home for the holidays, I think
And I've been a cold lump of ideas and a mess to say the least
But I always make it back

I haven't slept a wink since Friday late last week
I don't remember anything

Remember every day down by the docks at the end of your street?
All the things that you've given me reasons to hate

They say it's cold outside the atmosphere
It's cold in this apartment that I'm in
Just one more week of deadlines and I'll be home for the holidays, I think
Teaching shapes in early December
Letter colored paint splashed across yellow paper
Fourteen squares of things to remember
And good intentions penciled in on this piece of paper
Fourteen squares of things to remember
And good intentions penciled in bold, not written in pen

Written by:
Christopher DeBoda

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