At Least...

I don't want to explain it.
I don't know why it's still there.
I didn't even think it was still there,
But there's a tear in my eye.
I don't want it to be there.
It all exists in my mind--
My imagination.

I look outside because I don't want to look inside.
There was a notice in the mail.
I can't keep my bike in the garage.
Where is it supposed to go?

Kirsten Dunst is in North Dakota making a documentary.
Miley Cyrus keeps on singing.

People are moving to wine country.
(His brother has the same birthday as me.)
I guess it beats Chicago,
Even if it's not "Brothers & Sisters."

It's been raining the last few days.
The weather is suddenly colder.

I rarely trust promises--
Except yours.
You keep me safe.