Keith Otten


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Strand
...and I don't know why I care

White racing stripes and smoke anchor my memories
Of her twisting her hair, in tiny vacant circles
A sliver of her hair is all I can bring back
A lazy slice of air
A strand of her hair

Powder blue, I think it was her brother's
A cigarette on the wheel as she glides through
The park is dead tonight, but she keeps driving through
There's no use in pretending that there's something to do

And I can't quite bring it back there
I don't know why I care
I can't remember how I met her
And I don't know why I care
I can't recall much more than just her finger in her hair

I fell in, from mystery to friend
I can almost feel that shade of smoke again
I don't think I recall if she was hard at all
She's not the only one who left me wondering

And I can't quite bring it back there
I don't know why I care
I can't remember how I met her
And I don't know why I care
I can't recall much more than just her finger in her hair

A sliver of her hair is all I can bring back
A lazy slice of air
A strand of her hair


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