Cartoons and Macramé Wounds

You drew me cartoons so playful (Did you run away?) I'm stuck now, I'll carry light in a while I'm stuck now that I'm carried white to the side (Memories drown) And you drew me cartoons so playful Nobody's gone tonight You drew me cartoons You watch it, they way you're always keeping score You keep in store, you keep it I'm not you – what a waste, me When you give all you got and there's already made plans Put your hand in mine We will go skating On the thinnest ice that we can find It takes me summer to say It takes me winter in a day Honestly, see They're like you and me Frozen when we start We cannot help it Easy to discard, taken apart Put your hand in mine We will go skating On the thinnest ice that we can find Tonight I'm watching the sky The creatures you drew They remain alive The cushion's lighter And what do you want? Is this what happens to us now? Sunk beneath the sea That's no way to be What came over me? Drawn and held with you This is what we do We are weaving wounds (94) I'm a let you know And just saying won't make it so (Macramé) I'm a say the words In cemented ears they are heard Would you like to be a crease in parasols? Did I need to know? A wound in macramé Through all this we decipher! And what's worse: we're no wiser!