Concrete

I’m not missing your concrete
I’m not missing your concrete
I’m not missing your concrete
The wood I sent you won’t believe your lies, but you can try
The tongue I use is blessed with the gift of fire and I burn in cut tooth time,
but I think it’s fine
The ways I love you will never be denied, but they will be defied cause you
know I would
The keys I left you will lead you to the pines where all my bones feel right
I’m not missing your concrete
I’m not missing your concrete
I’m not missing your concrete