Sweaters and Bonfires

Every ship I sunk

Every town I jumped

Had reminders of what I was hiding from

Every horse I rode

Every vow I vowed

Had a hint of your memory I swore I would let go

Now I'm tangled in the mess of your old sweaters

The wool burning my skin like I'm in a bonfire

And all the bills that need to be paid

I pay for with my tears

Because my blood has gone cold

And in the ground lies my soul

They can say I'm elegant

Like a rose that survived hell

And I know that I will be okay

Selling all my favorite jewels

Every one I got from you

But I'll keep the one that screams your name, ever time I see her face

Now we're tangled in the mess of your old sweaters

The wool burning my skin like a bonfire

But it doesn't hurt that much

Because morning comes too fast

So many falls gone by

The winter morning sky in my life

Needs a summer sun to ignite

All that watered down passion for signs

That made this life mine

I gave up all of the furs

And buried your old sweaters

I'm afraid this impulse has made me homeless forever

You left me the deed to the house

And bonfire without teaching me how

To go back to a life that should have never been mine

But she's tangled in the mess of your old sweaters

The wool burning her skin lighting a bonfire

She fits in the box, an irony because

It used to home all your historical treasures

Every one of them cleaned with chemical bleach

And placed high on the walls

She's made a home in your old sweaters

Ones that will never fit her

But will let her know you're always there

By the bonfire as auburn as your LA hair.

-auctor