Kansas – Vienna Teng

Sun sets in an ocean of brown farmland haze

Power lines draped across roads,

you could drive on for days

Well, it’s all too perfect, time to look back at us now

Endless and empty like Kansas

Our cities of clouds flat on the table like Kansas

I lay down in sheets suddenly worn threadbare

Every wall I lean on transforms to sliding doors and thin air

Well, I hope yours is kinder, let go of this when you find her

Bury this heart down underneath your white canvas

Our houses of cards flat on the table like Kansas

It’s not regret just an unexpected accounting of debts only now called

No it’s not regret just remembrance is all of how close we had come

The war almost won but I sent up our flag and moved on

You and I lost to the winter like Kansas

And all my goodbyes flat on the table like Kansas

I FEEL IT. AND THAT’S HOW A STORY ENDS.

People would say, yeah, just that kind of story. We know. And that’s all.

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