Actually, I'm Just Wearing Your Glasses - Empire! Empire! (I Was a Lonely Estate)

I watched your cheeks flush, colored by an air

From a Calgary cold front

Your breath made ghosts spill into the night

And gather as if they might not disappear

I had heard a rumor you were moving back home!

But even if it was true

I did not expect to hear it from you so bluntly

So it hung in the air like a fever, or a slow moving front

And I would not find shelter here, so I braced myself

«Out!»

I cried, «Out!

Are you running to or are you running from?

Or does it even matter if it won’t change your mind?»

When you put you hand on mine

I knew