Dilate

it's fleeting: my belief in you
which seems odd
because i believe too much
and you'd say i'd be wrong
to grow away
up and out of here
it's bending under the light
the details dull as i try to recall
the way you told me
how things were changing around here
in no way was i ready
to see these things through your

eyes dilating, stare at the world as it goes by
so far, no farther, i won't go until i know why
these things, they're changing, slipping right out of your hands
believe it's happening, because we gotta have something left

cracked sidewalk, sot weed stain in your skin
bleeding into your voice
slow jazz chops in 3:4 time
nothing more than your burned out waltz
barnhouse static effect, blank white noise
pulling you to the floor
euphoric plastic trance glazing over your