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"Marrow"

The answer came like a shot in the back.  While you were running from your lesson.  Which might explain why years later all you could remember, was the terror of the question.  Plus, you weren't listening, you were stockpiling can goods making a bomb shelter of our basement.  And I can't believe you let the moral go by while you were soaking in the product placement.

Where was your conscience, where was your consciousness?  And where did you put all those letters that you wrote to yourself but, could not address?       

I'm a good kisser, and you're a fast learner.  And that kinda thing could float us for a pretty long time.  And then one day you'd realize, you'd memorized my phone number.  And you'd call  it and find it's a disconnected line 'cause I got tossed out the window of love's El Camino and I shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb.  You were smoking me weren't you, between your yellow fingers...you just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word. 

Where was your conscience, where was your consciousness?  And where did you put all those letters that you wrote to yourself but, could not address? 

There's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons and jars of potions that are all bottled up and one by one I am dusting off labels and I am uncorking bottles and filling up cups.  So go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine and I'll have a taste of mine.  But first lets toast to the lists that we hold in our fists, of the things that we promised to do, differently next time.

Cause the answer came like a shot in the back, while you were running from your lesson.  Which might explain, why years later all you could remember, was the terror of the question. 'Cause I'm not listening, to you anymore!  My head is too sore and my heart's perforated.  And I'm mired in he morrow of my well ain't that funny bone.  Learning how to be alone, devastated.

Where was my consciousness,  where was my consciousness.  And what do I do with all these letters that I wrote to myself, but could not address.