52 weeks, they felt more like
13 months, a year that was stretched too far
Unlike the ones before where the weeks seemed to come
Two at a time, I remember once
We came two at a time, a rare feat
A false connection
52 weeks, I count
On the long arm of minutes
The short arm of hours
Seconds pole-vaulting the skinny hand
I've got to hand it to you
From love to stranger, from zero to 52
Seemed like second flat, where was my timing at?
Followed you past where the trail went dead
Down past the river, sniffing at leaves and dirt
Working off the smell of your perfume
From the scarf you left behind
And I know your scent is gone
It's just a memory smell I keep filed
In the cabinet I can't keep closed
Like the mouth that can't help but say
I'd rather I never saw you again
Than to pass idle chatter between us
When so much has passed between us
And I'd rather I never saw you again
Than to pass idle chatter between us
When so much has passed between us
52 weeks, weeks more like months
It's a shame when you can't stay together
You just end up like monks
Who don't know what to say
At the end of a vow of silence
Not the kind of vow I'd have made for us
Especially me, who talks too much
If you'd said the words
(If your heart could have taken that step)
I'd have gladly work your hurt
(Wrapped like a scarf around my neck)