my last two weeks

when i returned, you buried my last two weeks, my last two weeks, of my new times, so it didn't seem like, a wasted mouthful, a wasted mouthful, because of a trip, that was trapped inside you, i was trapped inside you, and always imagined, that i could, i always imagined, imagined i would, conjure you up, conjure you up, so it didn't seem like, it didn't seem like, i was conditioned, i was conditioned about that, so it didn't seem like, a wasted mouthful, am i untruthful, am i untruthful, as a result of being, maybe, maybe it was too soon, the red rose, i liken it to the flicker of the pure, fleeting moments, precede our actions, light that's not burning, light that's not burning, no more lost sinking feeling, tethered to your shoe, tethered to you, we ask the controller, he sends us flames, our lying bodies sleep, his whispered word says, ah this is how, this is how it looks, from where we weep, tethered to red rose, tethered to your shoe, to the seven of cups, tethered to you