Potholes

two minutes til tomorrow
and i'll be on a plane
drop me in new england
i'll land on my
name fill the ocean
with my mouth and
bring you salty kisses
the sky opens up and
i'm in massachusetts they
say the things that you hate
in someone else are merely
characteristics of yourself you
always need reassuring i get tired i get tired
but i need the same i am the same way don't
do that to me i know this shoulder and where
the potholes lie i cast my shadow on the gravel
a thousand times i wanna move and i'm afraid
of my father dying don't do that to me