Exhaust /

[kahlil]

You better watch the words,
You're shattering on my floor,
You better learn to calculate,
Cause one day soon you will realize,
Your lost wealth and its cost,
And the guilt will choke you from a distance,
Just like your car's exhaust.

You've got your heart set on the road ahead,
Your hands hidden in the pockets of dreams,
You've got a carrier bag of ready-made excuses,
And the look "I know what I mean",
But believe me people get lost in translation,
People get lost on the road,
The ambition turns into a stiff shirt,
That nobodies hands can fold.

I knew where you kept your secret,
I watched you water it, saw it grow,
But it never was a memory of you I meant to keep,
It was always something I pretended I didn't know.
But now it seems you've held it up against the wind,
To catch a notion you can nurture and keep,
But I can't spend each night like this,
Lulling you to sleep.

In truth,
We find the dangerous words we lose,
In the homes of the hearts we break,
We go there eager to find one fluttering,
In the air just by mistake.

But each of our harsh words have folded like a chair,
Under the hearts of those we've lost,
And the regrets are the pollution,
That today we call exhaust.

A face can stitch a smile, wink an eye, produce a tear,
But a heart is a cave that echoes,
Our lost utterances and their fears.