The Ends of Being and Ideal Grace

There's a bloodstain on my shirt
     I had a rare nosebleed. I thought it was just a watery nose.
There's an open wound in my heart
     I bid Fr. Andy goodbye today. I thought I was steeled enough as not to cry

There's a wet towel on my head
     It doesn't feel cold anymore. It just feels wet. It's for my nosebleed.
There are dried tears on my cheek
     It feels empty that Fr. Andy's not here anymore. I just feel sad. It's not usually like this

There's a black baller band on my arm
     I bought it from Alexei. I wore it right side down today
There's a black hole in my heart
     I bought my own excuses. It was the right love at the wrong time.

There's an annoyingly distorted reporter's voice on my TV
     I'm imagining how her voice signal would look like on an oscilloscope
There's a constantly recurring scene in my head
     I'm imagining how the affection in your voice sounded like

There are two browser windows open on my laptop
     I should be working on finding our marketing team some contacts.
There are some things playing in my thoughts
     I should really be concentrating on something really important in real life.