Author: [[Abe Brownell]] --- Once in a while I hypnotize myself to smile Call it optimism or the tune I'm calling Pebbles crackle the spade Singing off kilter and altogether outside To spring was the last time for your scent and it's Spring again And again I'm rolling a lonesome one Aspirating earthly delights Asking for a light Other half is an empty set sliding off into the afternoon and night I'm okay I guess I could try and cut rate Sell me for less Buried in the back shelf I could discount myself to death You go between limerence and longing in soft focus Pull it in until your lungs hurt Beyond the veil of a song we have yet to hear ours Don't give in until your lungs hurt Shit, I almost heard it go together but you were all nondescript Saw you slip into something more comfortably nonspecific Stuck in springtime burning holes in my art Just to see the smoke show All mirrors and the miracle of sadness Until we circle back on slipping away Washing over where you're listening from The name of this is why Run it roughshod over the strings Vamp until relief sings the sigh Sign of actually able to sleep Exactly where I flick the lighter marks the hammer strike A song heard only in dreams Of digging wet sand Asking for a light Air doesn't taste right My lungs hurt Aspirating something earthly yet not quite right Break it to pieces and shards is how Pebbles crackle on the spade Keeps it walking back and getting there Slipping through the fingers of enough Standing by for the future we never made