It's a Wash

Albumatic blue wash pending the time to do it.

There's enough love in my heart to make it happen.

The only variable is time.

Torn apart.  Torn together and mended, we are.

A lot of conversation happened in between.

Apparently I still don't know how to talk,

but I still know how to love and that counts for something.

Let's see what we can bang out this week.

I'm looking forward to it.  I don't care who's at
the table.

I just need to do or someone is going to

lose their skin and I don't want it to be me ever again.