The midwest

this town is composed of green
there are women, coming and going
but their presence isn't what it seems
it's never constant

to contrast, there are a few
that could stick around for a moment
and everything is almost as new
as it is on Mondays

but the women that i notice
aren't very stable and to show this
i build ladders that goes nowhere
and i'm always broken

so i closed my eyes for a while
i shut myself off from my sight
i could even walk miles
without looking at my feet

except when that gold feather
traveled from over the eastern sea
i had to convince myself
she wasn't worth the look

so i fell asleep again
she's the only constant i'll find
I'll live in my bedroom
where i can always be blind