Alysia Harris - The 11th Hour lyrics

Bang! As it often does,an ego creates a universe of its own Two: I dreamt your veins last night They melted like sugar in my mouth I swore I could feel you warming up to me Or was that just the afterglow of Vodka making my guts feel pretty? I promise I didn't mean to wake you It's just the drunk monsters know your number better than anyone Three: Are apologies labors of sweat after all? Should I salt them from my brow and then build us in underwater reef Or merely admit I'm human and know that's not an excuse? Just meant to say egotism is an easy tide And I've never known a shark to be selfless Four: Stranger,my love went forfeit a long time ago So don't expect me to spread like some unsteady bridge When the blade of your tongue cuts the arch of my back And London falls all around us I won't rebuild-just lie in ruin Like the last time he and I made love instead of making peace He left me sobbing,dripping like a question mark so full of beg And I still wonder what he knows about drowning & water births And if he ever found his sea legs Five: As often as I've gone on vacation,I've witnessed a funeral Seen women sprint behind coffins breaking a sweat from their eyes Stood exiled outside a church in Moscow Caught between a dead man and the door Trying not to stare at the corpse like a tourist Every vacation a d**h,a wake So anytime I'm tempted to get away with my words I'm reminded That every poem is a tombstone eulogizing a moment Six: Our introduction took the shape of a sonnet I only had ten syllables to learn your name Didn't bother to tell you mine Just ended the couplet,signed your slave The 1st poem I wrote paired fire and desire out of necessity,but between then & now I have learned a hundred and seventy-three ways to rhyme I love you Seven: I tried to buy you a phonograph off eBay That was the easiest way for me to say I'm sorry That your melody is too cla**y Has inspired too many brilliant riffs For me to try to play it on these accordion fingertips Your well-composed vinyls too rare to skip I know I scratched our records But hopefully they'll just repeat at all the good parts Eight: I pick up the numbered photographs Dust huddles on the edge of my fingertips A family of beloved smear I blow them gone Can't help but wonder is this always how love ends In two dimensions Nine: An old woman,37 minutes widowed,sits in a room Both bright and dim at the same time Repeating in the odd quiet of being married but not I was young until I was old How do we stumble upon d**h? It wasn't there before And suddenly we find it Close as a nightstand's edge in the dark Ten: The future is speculative and I'm tired of trying To understand everything,I fold the photo album Like a love letter around 4 years of nostalgia Dim the reading lights and Let the joy of never feeling the same way twice Open me like a novel Eleventh Hour: One thing I will always know the anatomy of an ache Absorbing my a**ailant's archaeology Allies that angle across that articulate armaments & abandon Ankles atop adders All apologies are anti-venom Ask Alysia about amor Absolute altruistic amor Answer: agnostic