[Lyric] Little Mitts (Marty Gray)

(you order another drink)

Why do aspiration fragrances arouse the pallet when you’re drunk?
Why does your imagination think to author cheap nostalgia books?

Cigarettes like chimney smoke exhale from wooden cabins on the lake
Hissing caps of diet coke discretely whisper every small mistake
Soft, half-hearted pleasantries give way to talks of favorite football teams
Lend the wife an ear as she asphyxiates on decoration dreams

You long for years that never happened
You grasp at memories you prevented

Carrots and potato chips are dipped in cheesy rumor mongering
Lust and drool at next-door neighbor’s muscle cars, an honest hungering
Meetings and appointments made to shorten hair and lengthen time on earth
Journal in your nightstand like a ruler meant to measure death to birth

Toss the ball to little mitts around the hands of little legacies
Tossing back a small reminder of your precious immortalities
Rest assured the road ahead is freshly paved just like the road behind
She has always been your compass, your speed sign, the road to find
You long for years that never happened
You grasp at memories you prevented
You fall asleep to fabrications
You beg her phantom to float on back to you