Cartoons and Macramé Wounds

You drew me cartoons, so playful
(did you run away?)
I'm stuck now, I'll carry light in a while
I'm stuck now that I'm carried white to the side
(memories drown)
You drew me cartoons, so playful
Nobody's gone tonight
You drew me cartoons

You watch it,
The way you're always keeping score
You keep in store
You keep it

I'm not you - what a waste, me
When you give all you got and there's
Already made plans

Put your hand in mine
We will go skating
On the thinnest ice
That we can find

It takes me summer to say
It takes me winter in a day

Honestly, see
They're like you and me

Frozen when we start
We cannot help it
Easy to discard, taken apart
Put your hand in mine
We will go skating
On the thinnest ice
That we can find

Tonight I'm watching the sky
The creatures you drew
They remain alive
The cushion's lighter
And what do you want?
Is this what happens to us now?

Sunk beneath the sea
That's no way to be
What came over me?
Drawn and held with you
Hits is what we do
We are weaving wounds (94)
I'm a let you know
And just saying won't make it so
I'm a say the words
In cemented ears they are heard (macramé)

Would you like to be a crease in parasols?
Did a need to know?
A wound in macramé

Through all this we decipher
And what's worse: we're no wiser