First Time Home - Lyrics - Temporary Basement

All Septembers start this way Throw my hat in just the same Cautious images project Hold my head too tight, forget You told me that you Would read me for me Not judge me by what my Shortcomings seem The failings that I Kept secret from you Withhold them deep inside Been broken much too long! Run for weeks and comb my hair Make each day stretch out itself One way street I read the sign Drive against all traffic lights I'm on the floor again Waiting for your phone call again! Counting one last hope this year Crippled by my numbered fears Every memory cringe and sigh Logged mistakes in bedsheets hide You open up first To leave me speechless Unguarded and bare One pause, to confess You speak just to me And crumple my shirt If I had my choice One choice to surface.