Build a boat
we’re only as safe as our last hope.
Keep our rope close.
Make us a bed
of the softest timber.
Poison oak,
we’ll only get stung
if we’re too close.
Carve our names into the bark
of the oldest branches.
Be my wildest card,
put a twist in my arm.
Be my reckless guide,
hands over my eyes.
I will claim
I’m not afraid
we won’t be back for days.
Burn the books, they’ll give us away
one of these days.
Weigh those words out -
they’re worth their weight
in the quickest silver.
Poison oak,
we’ll only get stung
if we’re too close.
Carve our names into the bark
of the oldest branches.
Be my wildest card,
put a twist in my arm.
Be my reckless guide,
hands over my eyes.
I will claim I’m not afraid
we won’t be back for days.
I don’t mind if we never go back,
let’s cover our tracks.
I don’t mind if we’re breaking our backs,
let’s hide by the side of the tracks.
