Baton

I've said, "There's nothing to write" Which, I regret, is dishonest I've said, "I'm waiting to live through something meaningful"

While I still can avoid Exposing what I've experienced You've always seen the geyser in me as a fountain When you recall Things I've forgotten It can feel strange Knowing I've been a person Like you are to me, sister Times lost in the attic While you sat at the counter Times I'd have my head on my window While you stood outside my door It's not that it escapes me now, how we'd crawl and we'd laugh on the carpet It's not that it escapes me now, how we'd bike after school to the water It's only that it's different now, as our changes occur from a distance It's only that I'm grateful more now, to say we have shared life the longest

Carnage, miracles, hysterics You've been the narrator Triumphs, follies, punchlines You've been the narrator

When you recall Things I've forgotten It can feel strange Knowing I've been a person Like you are to me, sister Like you are to me, sister Like you are to me, sister Like you are to me, sister Like you are to me, sister