the turkey vultures have taken back their spots in the cottonwoods, and the owl’s nightly hoots are becoming fainter and fainter.
(image via we heart it)
I will burn your love letters in a parking deck We are anti-movements, we are anti-anti
Where I have harbored great things that I will never confess
We keep fresh paint on the countenance
Now we keep it simple but make it more complex
One time we believed but now it’s passé and cliché
And she’ll say anything to make you move again
But is it the truth? I don’t care if it is
so much of the time i feel as though I am a wilting house plant in search of sun.
The people in the street had overtaken you
By the time you rounded second avenue
So I walked away all perfumed
I’m just the same but brand new
And anything you wrote I checked for codes and clues
The letters stopped unceremoniously in June
So I changed my I’s and A’s to yours
I’m just the same but brand new
And I do my best impression of weightlessness now too
And I might be wrong, I might be wrong, I might be wrong
But honey I believed I could
Float away dangling
I’m just the same but brand new to you
- st. vincent, “just the same but brand new”
