it's hard to sit by
and watch a good thing die
like a dream that's stamped out
by one tiny rain cloud
it's hard to let go
when holding on is all you know
and your memories and thoughts
turn sour and rot
it's hard to hold down
this love that we've found
in corduroy pants
and you can't dance
it's hard to makes sense
of these words in this tense
written across space
sent undercover of lace