Bob Cummins Jr. - If You Go Back, To Th City

If the summer crashes down into the mist
Our room will be thankful
Or crazy
Fond of what you see in the mirror
Or over the bed
My distorted reflection
Is in what I said
The overwhelming problems of the
Walls painted lead are here
In the cupboard
The old desk
You see them
In covered shades of red
Without them
You'd be here
In underwhelming dread
But I know when
I see you
I dry my eyes instead
If you go back to the city
I will find myself unread
If your love can handle my pretentious list
Your heart would be thankful
Or crazy
Fond of what I see in the mirror
Or under the bed
I give you a connection
To mend what I said
The overwhelming problems of
Walls painted lead are here
In the cupboard
The old desk
You see them
In covered shades of red
Without them
You'd be here
In underwhelming dread
But I know when
I see you
I dry my eyes instead
If you go back to the city
I will find myself unread
I find myself
I find in you
You can't rewrite my attitudes
Behind the shelf
Behind the bed
There's someone there
I can't behead

Written by:
Robert Cummins

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